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Well, let's move on to our next guest who not only lives in Essex :drool: but also speaks only the ends of words. Mr. Ohn Ith. Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie ... I see snow! You chose Paignton as the location. :crazy: Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here. We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get. Well, for a start, Simon wants to annex Poland. :eh: You are hereby charged that on the 28th day of May, 1970, you did willfully, unlawfully, and with malice aforethought, publish an alleged English-Polish phrase book with intent to cause a breach of the peace. How do you plead?

Well, let's move on to our next guest who not only lives in Essex :drool: but also speaks only the ends of words. Mr. Ohn Ith. Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie ... I see snow! You chose Paignton as the location. :crazy: Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here. We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get.

Well, let's move on to our next guest who not only lives in Essex :drool: but also speaks only the ends of words. Mr. Ohn Ith. Good! Now we're getting somewhere. Now, here's the start of the movie ... I see snow!

That come out a bit glib, didn't it?

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer! The five seconds haven't started yet, have they? :scared: Only we don't know the question. So! Phirip's garreons ale hele. How many? I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night. :zzz: There isn't an upstairs dear, it's a bungalow. Well, at least the poet's been installed, then. :codger: You really must forgive me, Wilde, I've got to get back up the Palace. :goodone: THIS POST HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA. Do all philosophers have an 's' in them? :no: Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table. We don't have any books. We're fresh out of them. Good morning.

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer! The five seconds haven't started yet, have they? :scared: Only we don't know the question. So! Phirip's garreons ale hele. How many? I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night. :zzz: There isn't an upstairs dear, it's a bungalow. Well, at least the poet's been installed, then. :codger: You really must forgive me, Wilde, I've got to get back up the Palace. :goodone: THIS POST HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA. Do all philosophers have an 's' in them?

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer! The five seconds haven't started yet, have they? :scared: Only we don't know the question. So! Phirip's garreons ale hele. How many? I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night. :zzz: There isn't an upstairs dear, it's a bungalow. Well, at least the poet's been installed, then. :codger: You really must forgive me, Wilde, I've got to get back up the Palace.

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer! The five seconds haven't started yet, have they? :scared: Only we don't know the question. So! Phirip's garreons ale hele. How many? I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night. :zzz: There isn't an upstairs dear, it's a bungalow.

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer! The five seconds haven't started yet, have they? :scared: Only we don't know the question. So! Phirip's garreons ale hele. How many?

Belly`s Star, now there`s a fantastic record from my teenage years (Gepetto, Feed The Tree, Angel etc.). Everything associated with Tanya Donelly is worth a listen. I`d include Shakespear`s Sister if it was album covers, just to see Siobhan Fahey in her incredibly attractive goth make up.

Ju-On Origins (Netflix). It`s the origin story of The Grudge saga, which is interesting only because I think the films are execrable - whereas this six-part series is excellent, in its pure Japanese form.

I associate him with the Frog Chorus, so there`s that. And being too schmaltzy. As has been said, it`s possible to appreciate somebody`s influence but not like them - perhaps wouldn`t go as far as Fridge, but I think he has a slappable face and an irritating voice.

Richard Jewell. (Clint really is a damn fine director).

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import. I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps. :boo hiss: Shut up! Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and remember, if you do not give me correct answers, we have ways of making you answer!

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah! When this series returns, it will be put out on Monday mornings as a test card :fuckinputer: and will be described by Radio Times as a history of Irish agriculture. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what's talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import.

Damn, you`ve got five albums I love that never even crossed my mind when I listed my 30 (White Stripes, Metallica, Tom Petty, Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana).

1 Van Halen - Fair Warning 2 Rush - Permanent Waves 3 Joe Satriani - Flying In A Blue Dream 4 Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks 5 Steve Vai - The Ultra Zone 6 Steve Earle - El Corazon 7 Aerosmith - Rocks 8 Soundgarden - Badmotorfinger 9 Guns `N` Roses - Use Your Illusion II 10 Lindsey Buckingham - The Seeds We Sow 11 Kaki King - Legs To Make Us Longer 12 David Lee Roth - Eat `Em and Smile 13 Lynyrd Skynyrd - Street Survivors 14 Black Sabbath - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath 15 Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream 16 Pearl Jam - Ten 17 Neil Young - On The Beach 18 Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine 19 Alanis Morrisette - Havoc and Bright Lights 20 Steve Morse - Split Decision 21 Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It`s Blitz 22 Johnny Cash - American IV: The Man Comes Around 23 Lou Reed - New York 24 Molly Hatchet - Flirtin` With Disaster 25 Morrissey - Vauxhall and I 26 Led Zeppelin - Houses of the Holy 27 Drive By Truckers - The Dirty South 28 Deep Purple - Purpendicular 29 Arcade Fire - Funeral 30 The Smiths - The Queen is Dead

George (the little bro` seduced into the sewer) - IT

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Very amusing, Lord Kimble, but would you excuse me a moment? I want to powder my nose. :moon: Ah, that's better. Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah!

Are you, uh...are you selling something? Not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman... :poke: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha!

Are you, uh...are you selling something?

Meh Killers is the only Maiden album I bought, when I was about 14, so when I saw reunion I thought of him. This is Di'Anno now: http://rockandrollgarage.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/Paul-Dianno-2020-1.jpg I wasn`t sure if he was dead, but he`s been in prison and it looks like he would`ve fitted in very well. He says he hasn't walked for four years, he's been waiting to have operations on his knees. NHS FTW!!! You`re jealous, admit it.

:popcorn: I hope none of you are nipping out into the kitchen, getting bits of food out of those round brown mats. Yes, right, macaroons, that's two dozen fruit cakes, half a dozen macaroons. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself. :burger: :drool: :burger: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, "a little fermented curd will do the trick." Well, there's egg and bacon, egg sausage and bacon, egg and spam, egg bacon and spam, egg bacon sausage and spam, spam bacon sausage and spam, spam egg spam spam bacon and spam, spam tomato spam and :bacon: That's not fish. And now, the Fish Slapping Dance. :atickhum: He can't come! But he has sent his fridge. What a typically selfless gesture, that he should send this fridge, of all his fridges. :wub: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yoghurt and grapefruit. All right...bananas! :banana: We haven't done them, have we? Well, there you are dear. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. Or Lobster Thermidor au Crevettes with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate. :drool: Lemon curry? Won't have it in the house. And those candlesticks you got us last week were only sixteen carat. :wtf: Be a shame if someone was to set fire to them. Blimey, I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition. :outtahere: I've never even been to Spain. What's this then, eh? :whipgirl: Don't give me any trouble. Just pile up these baskets of filth and come with me. Mr. A tells us what actually goes on at these mouse parties.

Big slice of instrumental Poundcake for me.

:popcorn: I hope none of you are nipping out into the kitchen, getting bits of food out of those round brown mats. Yes, right, macaroons, that's two dozen fruit cakes, half a dozen macaroons. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself. :burger: :drool: :burger: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, "a little fermented curd will do the trick." Well, there's egg and bacon, egg sausage and bacon, egg and spam, egg bacon and spam, egg bacon sausage and spam, spam bacon sausage and spam, spam egg spam spam bacon and spam, spam tomato spam and :bacon: That's not fish. And now, the Fish Slapping Dance. :atickhum: He can't come! But he has sent his fridge. What a typically selfless gesture, that he should send this fridge, of all his fridges. :wub: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yoghurt and grapefruit. All right...bananas! :banana: We haven't done them, have we? Well, there you are dear. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. Or Lobster Thermidor au Crevettes with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate. :drool: Lemon curry? Won't have it in the house. And those candlesticks you got us last week were only sixteen carat. :wtf: Be a shame if someone was to set fire to them. Blimey, I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition. :outtahere: I've never even been to Spain.