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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.

Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.

Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:

And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.

Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:

And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.

'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is from a Mr. P.F. Bradshaw. :rose:
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.

Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:

And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.

'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is from a Mr. P.F. Bradshaw. :rose:

Well, do sit down then Mr Throatwobbler Mangrove.
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Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats, er, until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol.

When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's.

:zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene.

Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o

Are there any women here today? :drool:

Well what's that got to do with my bloody music?

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop.

Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged?

I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people.

Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:

And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.

'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is from a Mr. P.F. Bradshaw. :rose:

Well, do sit down then Mr Throatwobbler Mangrove.

:tsk: Park your hips on the sitting device.
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He wants to sit down and he wants to be entertained, he doesn't want a load... No really - I'm absolutely fed up with this. I really am.

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger:
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He wants to sit down and he wants to be entertained, he doesn't want a load... No really - I'm absolutely fed up with this. I really am.

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger:

Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door.
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He wants to sit down and he wants to be entertained, he doesn't want a load... No really - I'm absolutely fed up with this. I really am.

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger:

Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door.

Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :|
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