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These Are the Damned, also known as The Damned, is a cult British movie from the 1960s set in Weymouth, starring Macdonald Carey, Shirley Anne Field and Oliver Reed. It happens to hold great appeal for me since I first saw it around seven years ago.

Based on the novel The Children of Light by H.L Lawrence and directed by Joseph Losey, These Are the Damned follows Joan (Field) and her overbearing, jealous brother, King (Reed), who follows her escape from Weymouth harbour with American tourist Simon (Carey). They uncover a group of children living in caves, who are cold-blooded and know little about the outside world. The children are radioactive and are being held by the government. Educated by television, they believe Joan and Simon have come to rescue them.

It’s a more unusual Hammer film, and one which splits opinion. I can only attribute the mood of the film, its seaside location and the presence of Oliver Reed to my liking These Are the Damned. The gang violence in this film – although much tamer I might add – was said to have influenced the droogs in A Clockwork Orange. The punk band The Damned took their name from this movie.

During a trip to Dorset I decided to stop in Weymouth to visit the seafront, which is integral to the plot.


The Jubilee Clock Tower, erected in 1887 to commemorate Queen Victoria, appears in the opening scene where Joan (Field) and Simon (Carey) first meet.


The Kings Statue, named for King George III, was built in 1810. This is the meeting place of King (Reed) and his cronies. They often sit on the lion and unicorn parts of the statue. There is now a fence surrounding this, in case you have similar whims.


The song in the opening credits, Black Leather Rock, is repeatedly whistled and sung by the main characters throughout the film as a sort of calling card, and is a nod to the teddy boy movement prevalent at the time.

The opening scene of These Are the Damned (1963).


The county of Ayrshire, birthplace of Robert Burns, Hendrick’s Gin and little old me. The best thing about my county is the great outdoors, particularly when the sun is shining, which it certainly was at the weekend (28°C, unheard of in Scotland). Ayrshire is home to rolling hills, lush green pastures and a plethora of beaches.

On the first day of my trip home I visited Dunure and Croy Beach in South Ayrshire, which was glorious after months in landlocked Berkshire. I try to avoid the busier beaches, such as Troon and Ayr, and head up the coast for more secluded spots.

The views here are incredible: rugged coastline, vast sparkling ocean, and the hazy outline of the uninhabited island of Ailsa Craig in the distance, ten miles out to sea. The few fluffy clouds gave interest to the vivid blue sky and white cabbage butterflies and wild flowers were in abundance.











If you ever visit this area be sure to take a picnic as you’ll want to spend some time here. There is also a farm park for children close by called Heads of Ayr, and a few caravan parks for longer visits. Dunure is also very close to Turnberry, the famous hotel and golf resort, which has held many Open tournaments.

Grey light shone down on my Bay, fine mist lingering over the ocean, marrying sky and sea.

Golden sand edged with pastel-hued beach huts that decorate chalky white cliffs.

Buildings on two tiers protect the cove, their windows watching.

Tiny figures dot the sand as they walk and talk, and be.

Since starting my blog in April 2013, I have written about many subjects, and have enjoyed exploring new topics. I will continue to write about what inspires me, and to discover new passions.

I have selected my favourite five posts since the beginning of Deco Domino, and let’s just say it’s a diverse bunch. Thank you to everyone who reads my blog; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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A very Jolly post

Postcards from New York

A post with a lot upfront

Recently I visited Torquay and Sidmouth in Devon. I was missing the coast badly but I think I got my fix.

Torquay is part of the English Riviera, and is probably best known as the setting for the sitcom Fawlty Towers and as the birthplace of Agatha Christie. It has a mild climate compared to much of the UK – palm trees are able to flourish here.

The coastline in Sidmouth is known as the Jurassic Coast (145-200 million years old) and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, covering 95 miles. (It also covers Triassic (200-250 million years) and Cretaceous (65 – 145 million years)). It is like nowhere else I have visited and is a truly amazing sight.

Whilst in Sidmouth I visited a donkey sanctuary and had a really nice day there. It was lovely to see the donkeys being cared for, especially after many of them had endured suffering. It is a very worthwhile charity (I have linked below), which also partners with the Elisabeth Svendsen Trust (founder of the sanctuary), to provide donkey-assisted therapy for disabled children.

I also visited a museum in Devon, which I will detail later this week.

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I spent my final New York day in Coney Island, Brooklyn. The beach at Coney Island is extremely clean, perhaps due in part to the hi-vis clad ‘beach cleaners’ with ‘Cool Hand Luke Failure to Communicate’ emblazoned on their tangerine backs.


Restoration work and a closed New York Aquarium failed to disrupt my fun and I recalled the action in The Warriors as I walked along the boardwalk, surrounding myself with thick Russian accents.

My trip included a legendary Nathan’s hot dog, fresh lemonade and saltwater taffy, as well as a ride on the Wonder Wheel (the swinging cars are pretty scary).



I had my fortune printed by Zoltar, a la Tom Hanks in Big and played some retro video games, before boarding the train back to Manhattan.