Citizen of the World

Looks like Wisconsin has all its ducks in a row. Or, gulls in a row. Work with me here. How is it in New York, 73? Sounds bad there

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ... Mr. Ali (Citizen) Bayan, stark raving mad. I mean, some people think I'm mad. The villagers say I'm mad, the tourists say I'm mad, well I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. You`re all drunk. It`s disgusting. Out! The lot, out! Bursting in here with tales about oriental fortune tellers. Come on. Out! Mr. Ibanez, perhaps you could put in a good word for so we could join a very smart Paris Hilton club. :unsure: We all very quiet at back, not say anything except shout "Hilton!", "Hilton!" She's got a big bottom Vicar Citizen! :tsk: As I was saying, how do you find the new vicarage? ah yes. Past the post office. Two hundred yards down and then left at the light

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ... Mr. Ali (Citizen) Bayan, stark raving mad. I mean, some people think I'm mad. The villagers say I'm mad, the tourists say I'm mad, well I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals. You`re all drunk. It`s disgusting. Out! The lot, out! Bursting in here with tales about oriental fortune tellers. Come on. Out! Mr. Ibanez, perhaps you could put in a good word for so we could join a very smart Paris Hilton club. :unsure: We all very quiet at back, not say anything except shout "Hilton!", "Hilton!" She's got a big bottom

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ... Mr. Ali (Citizen) Bayan, stark raving mad. I mean, some people think I'm mad. The villagers say I'm mad, the tourists say I'm mad, well I am mad, but I'm naturally mad. I don't use any chemicals.

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: Number eleven. More naughty bits I don't have to be that accurate, I mean, if I hit you in that sort of area, like that, obviously, that's all right for me. Ah, I know that, we all know that, what about a bit of artistic license? You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist. Oh, heaven forbit. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. So, let's just stop gabbing on about it. It's completely pointless and it's getting us nowhere! What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, ok, thread adjourned forever! :outtahere: Contempt of thread! However, I'm not going to punish you, because we're so short of posters at the moment, what with all of them emigrating to South Africa. Ibanezjem had accidentally stumbled on a piece of anthropological history. It was the inhabitants of Hounslow who had made the great trek south to the sunnier pastures of Surbiton, and not vice versa, as he had originally surmised. Don't forget...IbanezJem is six foot five. Yes, that's right, blackhawkrush. It's all due to a trauma I suffered as a sboolboy. I was attacked by a Siamese bat. Oh, there he goes again! "sboolboy" Oh, sitting on the "settee" with our "scones" and our "sboolboy". May I just sidetrack for one moment. blackhawkrush, this, what shall I call it, nickname of yours. 'Two sheds'. You say anything about that and I'll do you for treason of TRF. :codger: Hoo hoo hoo ho. The little wascal has spiwit.

I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: Number eleven. More naughty bits I don't have to be that accurate, I mean, if I hit you in that sort of area, like that, obviously, that's all right for me. Ah, I know that, we all know that, what about a bit of artistic license? You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist. Oh, heaven forbit. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. So, let's just stop gabbing on about it. It's completely pointless and it's getting us nowhere! What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, ok, thread adjourned forever! :outtahere: Contempt of thread! However, I'm not going to punish you, because we're so short of posters at the moment, what with all of them emigrating to South Africa. Ibanezjem had accidentally stumbled on a piece of anthropological history. It was the inhabitants of Hounslow who had made the great trek south to the sunnier pastures of Surbiton, and not vice versa, as he had originally surmised. Don't forget...IbanezJem is six foot five. Yes, that's right, blackhawkrush. It's all due to a trauma I suffered as a sboolboy. I was attacked by a Siamese bat. Oh, there he goes again! "sboolboy" Oh, sitting on the "settee" with our "scones" and our "sboolboy". May I just sidetrack for one moment. blackhawkrush, this, what shall I call it, nickname of yours. 'Two sheds'.

I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: Number eleven. More naughty bits I don't have to be that accurate, I mean, if I hit you in that sort of area, like that, obviously, that's all right for me. Ah, I know that, we all know that, what about a bit of artistic license? You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist. Oh, heaven forbit. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. So, let's just stop gabbing on about it. It's completely pointless and it's getting us nowhere! What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense? Right, ok, thread adjourned forever! :outtahere: Contempt of thread! However, I'm not going to punish you, because we're so short of posters at the moment, what with all of them emigrating to South Africa. Ibanezjem had accidentally stumbled on a piece of anthropological history. It was the inhabitants of Hounslow who had made the great trek south to the sunnier pastures of Surbiton, and not vice versa, as he had originally surmised.

I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: Number eleven. More naughty bits I don't have to be that accurate, I mean, if I hit you in that sort of area, like that, obviously, that's all right for me. Ah, I know that, we all know that, what about a bit of artistic license? You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist.

I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: I want you to move me to another cell. It's ok, we're going to have another try. I think we've got it now. My boys have been looking down the wrong bit, you see. :wacko: Number eleven. More naughty bits

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-- He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell about his great escape. Oh, he fell a long, long way, but he's here with us today. :hi: you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota, we'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping I want to apologize, humbly, deeply, and sincerely about the fork. And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" Can I call you Frank? There are some who call me... 'Tim'? Dim! Consternation! Uproar! :o sheep are very dim. Once they get an idea in their heads, there's no shifting it. Just as I thought. Not clever enough my fine friend. Come on, Concorde! Oh, do hurry Sir IbanezJem, your train leaves in twenty-eight minutes, and if you miss the 10.15 you won't catch the 3.45 which means ...

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-- He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell about his great escape. Oh, he fell a long, long way, but he's here with us today. :hi: you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota, we'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping I want to apologize, humbly, deeply, and sincerely about the fork. And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" Can I call you Frank? There are some who call me... 'Tim'? Dim! Consternation! Uproar! :o sheep are very dim. Once they get an idea in their heads, there's no shifting it.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-- He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell about his great escape. Oh, he fell a long, long way, but he's here with us today. :hi: you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota, we'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping I want to apologize, humbly, deeply, and sincerely about the fork. And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" Can I call you Frank? There are some who call me... 'Tim'?

"My Corona"

The Weapon? I guess Sing a Song by Earth Wind and Fire would be R&B not disco. Diana Ross - Love Hangover

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-- He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell about his great escape. Oh, he fell a long, long way, but he's here with us today. :hi: you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota, we'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping I want to apologize, humbly, deeply, and sincerely about the fork. And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that"

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-- He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell! He's going to tell about his great escape. Oh, he fell a long, long way, but he's here with us today. :hi: you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota, we'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Citizen can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson.' I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little Citizen, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them--

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars ...where everybody was happy and singing all day long, and nobody saw the big bad rabbit ever again. :ebert: Citizen`s right at the head of the field, and now he's going to shoot the rabbit, and these rabbits have been tied to the ground, and they're going to be a bit frisky, and this is only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not getting quite the results that they might, blackhawkrush is in there trying to bash it to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Ibanez`s in there with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might, but it is a little bit misty today and they must be shooting from a range of at least one foot. I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. Citizen has been gone for six months now...we have heard nothing. He had only on a towel, you know. He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday. Well, I'm afraid it didn't come in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Château Latour Forty-five...and a double Jeroboam of champagne

Even Rush. Still love the music and listen to it often but it's been 5 years since I saw them live and I don't think I'll go again.

i HAVE to say Muse as well. the first 4 are great. than with the Resistane they became Diet Queen. NOW it's Dubstep. and it's just embarrasing IMO. Mick Feel the same way. i still listen to the old stuff but not the new stuff

Oh, what rotten luck ... oh well ... whole afternoon to kill ... better have a bath I suppose. We, at TRF, have taken a film which contains compromising scenes and unpleasant details, which could wreck Citizen's career. But Citizen may phone me at any point and stop the thread. But remember, the money increases as the film goes on. So now, with the clock at $2112, this week "Stop the Thread" visited Burnaby, BC. ... blackhawkrush, why do all your characters have these very big er ... very big um ... Chicago might be a very good city for those with larger gardens, or perhaps even an orchard that's been left for two years. later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the thread we've got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams I think we'll have to keep him, he's going down well. :geddy: This is an old Lenin number. Read all the existentialist philosophers, Like Schopenhauer and Jean-Paul Sartre. Even Martin Heidegger agrees on one thing: Eternal happiness is Rhubarb tart. Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius says, "Name go in book". Annihilating by midfield moral argument the now surely obsolescent catennachio defensive philosophy of Signor Alberto Citizen. Bologna indeed were a side intellectually out-argued by a TRF team thrusting and bursting with aggressive Kantian positivism. Oh, shut up or we'll close the bar. :bang bang: :cheers: Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher Sydney? No, the capital of Australia is pork. Great boobies, honeybun, my lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, tomato, spam.... Citizen is quite happy with ants eggs, breadcrumbs, and the occasional pheasant. Do you get wafers with it? :drool: Of course sir. It's a cheese shop, sir. Well, er, then you steal some cheese, Brie or Camembert, or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff. No, the stuff I liked was that stuff they gave us before the war, what was it - Wilkinson's Number 8 Laxative Cereal. Quite the reverse is true of 'Chateau Chunder', which is an appellation controlee specially grown for those keen on regurgitation - a fine wine which really opens up the sluices at both ends.