Citizen of the World

Well, let's keep it simple, then. How about Cheddar? :sarcastic: Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff. All the kids are on drugs, and all the adults are on roller skates! Kipling Road was a typical sort of Eastend street, people were in and out of each other's houses with each other's property all day. And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Boris Rodgers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh wife for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. :ebert: That's Dikkens with two Ks, the well-known Dutch author.

Well, let's keep it simple, then. How about Cheddar? :sarcastic: Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff. All the kids are on drugs, and all the adults are on roller skates! Kipling Road was a typical sort of Eastend street, people were in and out of each other's houses with each other's property all day.

Well, let's keep it simple, then. How about Cheddar? :sarcastic: Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

He can't eat honey. It makes him go plop plops.

Xanadu

I think I'd pay some Dutchmen to set fire to Lord Snowdon. :tsk: If you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. This course is designed to eliminate embarrassment, to enable you to talk freely about rude objects, to look at awkward and embarrassing things and to point at people's privates. :goodone: Hello children, hello. Here is this morning story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. And now for the first time ever on record we proudly present the 1972 Eclipse of the Sun! Not very interesting, is it? Dreadful, isn't it? Switch him off. Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. should eat more fresh fruit Look, Citizen, would you mind going away, I'm trying to examine this man. Watch it, mate. I'm not going to stay round here getting poked and prodded all day. I'm off, I've got a decent body, all I get is poked and prodded in the chest. Oh no, you can't do that. Here, we haven't finished the sketch yet! I say, there's no one to react to. Oh, no please, it's no trouble. It's quite right that you should point these kind of things out. Citizen, tell 73 what has happened immediately! Ah! Well actually, we'd rather you didn't. We've been having a wee bit of trouble with him :hail: you know what I mean? It is a sign that, like Him, we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head! We were wondering if we could possibly borrow your head for a piece of animation

I think I'd pay some Dutchmen to set fire to Lord Snowdon. :tsk: If you don't mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. This course is designed to eliminate embarrassment, to enable you to talk freely about rude objects, to look at awkward and embarrassing things and to point at people's privates. :goodone: Hello children, hello. Here is this morning story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. And now for the first time ever on record we proudly present the 1972 Eclipse of the Sun! Not very interesting, is it? Dreadful, isn't it? Switch him off. Me? No. I'm just a poor old man. I have no time for law-breakers. My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. should eat more fresh fruit

I think I'd pay some Dutchmen to set fire to Lord Snowdon.

Well, if you can imagine the size of Nelson's Column, which is roughly three times the size of a London bus, then Blackhawkrush was much smaller. His head was about the same size as that of an extremely large dog, that is to say, two very small dogs, or four very large hamsters, or one medium-size rabbit if you count the whole of the body and not just the head. My brain hurts! The ginger biscuit, the crisps and the sausage roll were unharmed. None of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their babies in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves...yum, yum. :drool: Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you. Amen! I don't mind, I don't mind, it's just nice to be here, Reverend Citizen. :cheers: Mm-hmm. You know, Blackhawkrush, I sometimes wonder if we'll ever discover the meaning of it all posting in a thread like this. Then suddenly a clue turned up in Scotland... :guitar: :syrinx: :guitar: No, it's just the incidental music for this post. I bet you they won't play this song on the threadI bet you they won't play this new #$&@%*! song It's not that it's #$&@%*! or #$&@%*! controversial Just that the #$&@%*!ing words are awfully strong You can't say #$&@%*! on the thread No, you can't say 'sodding' on the thread. :outtahere: What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats. ...and the semaphore version of 'Wuthering Heights.' :poke: My congratulations, blackhawkrush. Your latest play is a great success. The whole of New World Women's talking about you I don't suppose you could give me a list of their names and addresses, could you ? :drool: You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will the girls like this?' 'Will the girls like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Well, if you can imagine the size of Nelson's Column, which is roughly three times the size of a London bus, then Blackhawkrush was much smaller. His head was about the same size as that of an extremely large dog, that is to say, two very small dogs, or four very large hamsters, or one medium-size rabbit if you count the whole of the body and not just the head. My brain hurts! The ginger biscuit, the crisps and the sausage roll were unharmed. None of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their babies in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves...yum, yum. :drool: Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you. Amen! I don't mind, I don't mind, it's just nice to be here, Reverend Citizen. :cheers: Mm-hmm. You know, Blackhawkrush, I sometimes wonder if we'll ever discover the meaning of it all posting in a thread like this. Then suddenly a clue turned up in Scotland... :guitar: :syrinx: :guitar: No, it's just the incidental music for this post. I bet you they won't play this song on the threadI bet you they won't play this new #$&@%*! song It's not that it's #$&@%*! or #$&@%*! controversial Just that the #$&@%*!ing words are awfully strong You can't say #$&@%*! on the thread No, you can't say 'sodding' on the thread. :outtahere: What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats. ...and the semaphore version of 'Wuthering Heights.' :poke: My congratulations, blackhawkrush. Your latest play is a great success. The whole of New World Women's talking about you

Well, if you can imagine the size of Nelson's Column, which is roughly three times the size of a London bus, then Blackhawkrush was much smaller. His head was about the same size as that of an extremely large dog, that is to say, two very small dogs, or four very large hamsters, or one medium-size rabbit if you count the whole of the body and not just the head. My brain hurts! The ginger biscuit, the crisps and the sausage roll were unharmed. None of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their babies in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves...yum, yum. :drool: Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you. Amen! I don't mind, I don't mind, it's just nice to be here, Reverend Citizen. :cheers: Mm-hmm. You know, Blackhawkrush, I sometimes wonder if we'll ever discover the meaning of it all posting in a thread like this. Then suddenly a clue turned up in Scotland... :guitar: :syrinx: :guitar: No, it's just the incidental music for this post. I bet you they won't play this song on the threadI bet you they won't play this new #$&@%*! song It's not that it's #$&@%*! or #$&@%*! controversial Just that the #$&@%*!ing words are awfully strong You can't say #$&@%*! on the thread

Well, if you can imagine the size of Nelson's Column, which is roughly three times the size of a London bus, then Blackhawkrush was much smaller. His head was about the same size as that of an extremely large dog, that is to say, two very small dogs, or four very large hamsters, or one medium-size rabbit if you count the whole of the body and not just the head. My brain hurts! The ginger biscuit, the crisps and the sausage roll were unharmed. None of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their babies in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves...yum, yum. :drool: Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you. Amen!

just had the outside painted with warm pus. It goes nicely with the vomit and catarrh they've got smeared all over the front door Well, if you just wait in here, sir IbanezJem, I'm sure Mr. Citizen Thompson won't keep you waiting long. :outtahere: But it was not to be. Ralph Citizen reached his office in Dullsells Street in Peterborough, at 9:05 a.m., exactly the same time as he usually got in! I want to have a word with you, Frog. Shut up. It's about your advertising campaign for Conquistador Coffee. Do you want peanut butter or sandwich spread for your tea? Look, it's a big decision, I'd like a couple of weeks to think about it...you know, don't want to jump into it too quickly. Maybe three weeks. I could let you know definitely then. Ah yes, did you bring the um ... the specimen of your um ... and so on, and so on? Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, but we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. :outtahere: Well, if you're going out don't forget we've got the Lifesons coming for tea so don't forget to order some pikelets. Miserable fat Yugoslavian bastards. :codger: vicious, heartless bastards!

just had the outside painted with warm pus. It goes nicely with the vomit and catarrh they've got smeared all over the front door

I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow I want to be in there, taming. Well, IbanezJem, we thought perhaps we might lose the fight with the lion a little bit, Jem, angel. providing they're both perfectly fit I can see nothing wrong with one healthy man beating the living daylights out of a little schoolgirl. A tie! Well, what a fantastic result. Well, the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m. And so, early next morning, single-handed, armed only with 40p, Prince Ibanez set out for the tobaccanist's. I will not buy this record, it is scratched.

Do you live there? No, but I've been there a few times. Three hour drive.

Lots of beautiful old homes in Port Townsend

I don't want to wait. At nine o'clock tomorrow I want to be in there, taming. Well, IbanezJem, we thought perhaps we might lose the fight with the lion a little bit, Jem, angel. providing they're both perfectly fit I can see nothing wrong with one healthy man beating the living daylights out of a little schoolgirl.

Well what a fantastic result. Absolutely super. Pat and Max are coming down from Eton to help daddy count money. Beckenbauer was obviously a bit of a surprise there. Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... Well, there he goes. Harry Citizen. He must have let himself down a bit on the hobbies, Spanish Inquisition's not very popular around here, but never mind, a good try. It was a very very bad thing to have done and he`s really very ashamed of himself. He can only say it won't happen again. Good evening. Tonight on "It's the Citizen's Mind" we examine the phenomenon of deja vu. That strange feeling we someti mes get...that...we've lived through something... You can catch it off lampposts. I am working on a new disease, which I hope to turn into a musical And further out to see, "Hello Dolly" is also doing good business. But remember the money increases as the film goes on, the longer you leave it, the more you have to pay! Forty quid and a nude lady. Aye... but think o' the money blackhawkrush... £18.10.0d a kilt... that's... £900,000,000 - and that's without sporrans! I'm not interested in your sales. I have to protect the general public. Now what about this one, Scottish Bladder Cup. You see the public are idiots. Yes... you might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2... they'd watch it, eh? We sent our reporter John Dull to find out. Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o'clock in the morning? That doesn't sound very wise to me. I'm sorry, mein Fuhrer mein Dickie old chum. Once again, the year has come full circle, and for me there can be no greater privilege, and honour, than to that to which it is my lot to have befallen this evening.

Well what a fantastic result. Absolutely super. Pat and Max are coming down from Eton to help daddy count money. Beckenbauer was obviously a bit of a surprise there. Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... Well, there he goes. Harry Citizen. He must have let himself down a bit on the hobbies, Spanish Inquisition's not very popular around here, but never mind, a good try. It was a very very bad thing to have done and he`s really very ashamed of himself. He can only say it won't happen again. Good evening. Tonight on "It's the Citizen's Mind" we examine the phenomenon of deja vu. That strange feeling we someti mes get...that...we've lived through something... You can catch it off lampposts. I am working on a new disease, which I hope to turn into a musical

Well what a fantastic result. Absolutely super. Pat and Max are coming down from Eton to help daddy count money. Beckenbauer was obviously a bit of a surprise there. Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise....

Well what a fantastic result. Absolutely super. Pat and Max are coming down from Eton to help daddy count money.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice? I was trying to do my butch voice, you know Just a line to thank you for the eels. Mrs Ibanez Jem thought they were really scrummy, comma, so did I full stop. I've just heard that Algy was a poof, exclamation mark. What would Captain W. E. Johns have said, question mark. I'll just remind you of the faculty rules: Rule one - no pooftahs Sorry I'm late, Headmaster Citizen. I've been wrestling with Plato. Now blackhawkrush's got a flying mare there. A flying mare there, and this is going to be a full body slam. A full body slam, and he's laying it in there, and he's standing back. Well .. there we are leaving the Epilogue for the moment, we'll be bringing you the result of this discussion later on in the thread.

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice? I was trying to do my butch voice, you know Just a line to thank you for the eels. Mrs Ibanez Jem thought they were really scrummy, comma, so did I full stop. I've just heard that Algy was a poof, exclamation mark. What would Captain W. E. Johns have said, question mark. I'll just remind you of the faculty rules: Rule one - no pooftahs

I would like to come in here for a moment if I may, and disassociate my posts from these frivolous and offensive posts. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the thread! Yes. I will. I will! I've been pushed around long enough. This is it. This is your moment, Arthur blackhawkrush. This is it, Arthur blackhawkrush! At last, you're a man! All right, IbanezJem, come out of there! :poke: Mr IbanezJem, of Round Hill Road, Northampton, has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. Neuvecian no nuevetay ocho, nuevecientas nuevente ye nueve, mil...Coming! :madra: A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. Hello, I'm your new vicar :hi: can I interest you in any of these watches? We must lose no time. Come on, you dogs, we have far to go. We must lose no time. Come on you dogs, we have time to lose, this has gone too far. I don't think you're using that thing right. :tsk: May I...ah, here we are: "Yandelvayasna grldenwi stravenka." I can't help noticing that, for someone who claims to say things in a very roundabout way, your last answer had very little of the discursive quality about it. May I just sidetrack for a moment. This, what shall I call it...nickname of yours..."IbanezJem." How did you come by it? Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. Excuse me sir, but er, why the funny voice? I was trying to do my butch voice, you know