blackhawkrush

I've just been told that Huron has requested a plane ticket to Budapest, so he's definitely getting warmer. :fury:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant. Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. :goodone: Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of that last skit as strongly as I. Oh, I could stamp my little feet at the way those counsellors carry on. Oh, dear, objection here, objection there. M'lud the strange, damnable, almost diabolic threads of this extraordinary tangled web of intrigue will shortly m'lud reveal a plot so fiendish, so infernal, so heinous... :16ton: We don't have any books. We're fresh out of them. Good morning. Now here are two unsuccessful encyclopedia salesmen... :facepalm: :facepalm: Doug and Dinsdale, after one of the most extraordinary trials in British legal history, were sentenced to 400 years imprisonment for crimes of violence. Oh, come on, m'lud, you've got to give me life. :huh: How about a happy ending, sir? The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. :)

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant. Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. :goodone: Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of that last skit as strongly as I. Oh, I could stamp my little feet at the way those counsellors carry on. Oh, dear, objection here, objection there. M'lud the strange, damnable, almost diabolic threads of this extraordinary tangled web of intrigue will shortly m'lud reveal a plot so fiendish, so infernal, so heinous... :16ton: We don't have any books. We're fresh out of them. Good morning. Now here are two unsuccessful encyclopedia salesmen... :facepalm: :facepalm: Doug and Dinsdale, after one of the most extraordinary trials in British legal history, were sentenced to 400 years imprisonment for crimes of violence. Oh, come on, m'lud, you've got to give me life. :huh:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant. Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. :goodone: Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of that last skit as strongly as I. Oh, I could stamp my little feet at the way those counsellors carry on. Oh, dear, objection here, objection there. M'lud the strange, damnable, almost diabolic threads of this extraordinary tangled web of intrigue will shortly m'lud reveal a plot so fiendish, so infernal, so heinous... :16ton: We don't have any books. We're fresh out of them. Good morning. Now here are two unsuccessful encyclopedia salesmen... :facepalm: :facepalm:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant. Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. :goodone: Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of that last skit as strongly as I. Oh, I could stamp my little feet at the way those counsellors carry on. Oh, dear, objection here, objection there. M'lud the strange, damnable, almost diabolic threads of this extraordinary tangled web of intrigue will shortly m'lud reveal a plot so fiendish, so infernal, so heinous... :16ton:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant. Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up. :goodone: Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of that last skit as strongly as I.

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer. They are a small vociferous minority; and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. :yes: They are quite happy with breadcrumbs, ants eggs, and the occasional pheasant.

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure: The walls of these houses are lined with pre-stressed asbestos which keeps the house warm and snuggly and ever so safe from the big bad rabbit, who can scratch and scratch for all he's worth, but he just can't get into Porky's house. :bang bang: Aagh. Ooh. It's got a gun. Now, normally it's a placid, timid creature, but you've got a killer.

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? Yes, I thought we were here to discuss archeology. :unsure:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Shall we lower down one of the BBC ropes? Well there's two avocado vinaigrette here... :rose:

Must be a board meeting. Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.

What makes these young Scotsmen so keen to kill themselves? :|

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast. 9.1, 9.3, 9.7, that's 28.1 for Blackhawkrush. Just to bring you up to date with a few results that you may have missed: Engelbert Humperdinck has taken Barrow-in-Furness, Arthur Negus has held Bristol, Mary Whitehouse has just taken umbrage and Monty Python has held the credits. :oops: I'm afraid the thread is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the posts aren't really quite as er, long as they ought to be. Beautiful, isn't it? There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. :( All right! All right! This is your captain speaking... do not rush for the lifeboats... Women, Children, Red Indians, Spacemen and a sort of idealized version of complete Renaissance Man first! But by then, it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit London on July the 7th. :16ton: Dlake has sighted the Spanish Freet, youl Majesty. There goes a brave man. Whether he comes out alive or not, this will surely be remembered as one of the most courageous and gallant acts in :D-13: history. Tonight we examine popular views of this great battle. Was the Battle of Trafalgar fought in the Atlantic off southern Spain? Or was it fought on dry land near Cudworth in Yorkshire? This isn't the senior common room at All Souls, it's a bloody 'you're no fun anymore' thread. :huh:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast. 9.1, 9.3, 9.7, that's 28.1 for Blackhawkrush. Just to bring you up to date with a few results that you may have missed: Engelbert Humperdinck has taken Barrow-in-Furness, Arthur Negus has held Bristol, Mary Whitehouse has just taken umbrage and Monty Python has held the credits. :oops: I'm afraid the thread is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the posts aren't really quite as er, long as they ought to be. Beautiful, isn't it? There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. :( All right! All right! This is your captain speaking... do not rush for the lifeboats... Women, Children, Red Indians, Spacemen and a sort of idealized version of complete Renaissance Man first! But by then, it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit London on July the 7th. :16ton: Dlake has sighted the Spanish Freet, youl Majesty. There goes a brave man. Whether he comes out alive or not, this will surely be remembered as one of the most courageous and gallant acts in :D-13: history.

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast. 9.1, 9.3, 9.7, that's 28.1 for Blackhawkrush. Just to bring you up to date with a few results that you may have missed: Engelbert Humperdinck has taken Barrow-in-Furness, Arthur Negus has held Bristol, Mary Whitehouse has just taken umbrage and Monty Python has held the credits. :oops: I'm afraid the thread is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the posts aren't really quite as er, long as they ought to be. Beautiful, isn't it? There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. :( All right! All right! This is your captain speaking... do not rush for the lifeboats... Women, Children, Red Indians, Spacemen and a sort of idealized version of complete Renaissance Man first! But by then, it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit London on July the 7th. :16ton:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast. 9.1, 9.3, 9.7, that's 28.1 for Blackhawkrush. Just to bring you up to date with a few results that you may have missed: Engelbert Humperdinck has taken Barrow-in-Furness, Arthur Negus has held Bristol, Mary Whitehouse has just taken umbrage and Monty Python has held the credits. :oops: I'm afraid the thread is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the posts aren't really quite as er, long as they ought to be. Beautiful, isn't it? There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. :(

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast. 9.1, 9.3, 9.7, that's 28.1 for Blackhawkrush. Just to bring you up to date with a few results that you may have missed: Engelbert Humperdinck has taken Barrow-in-Furness, Arthur Negus has held Bristol, Mary Whitehouse has just taken umbrage and Monty Python has held the credits. :oops:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm: Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I'm right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble's getting better. 8.30 Yes ( successfully ) :ebert: after breakfast.

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r: No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn't really be telling you this, we'll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days. They climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis's, and it's taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. :facepalm:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert: We're squatters, baby. We could sort them out. Put the cleanest by the door. :ph34r:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh: The BBC, c/o E. F. Lutt, 18 Rupee Buildings, West 12. Mrs. Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month. :ebert:

But where are they coming from, professor? :huh:

The Reverend Arthur Belling is Vicar of St Loony Up The Cream Bun and Jam. And now for the first item this evening on the Menu, the team has chosen as a little hors d' oeuvres... :bacon: ...Mrs Nice-evening-out-at-the-pictures-then-perhaps-a-dance-at-a-club-and-back-to-his-place-for-a-quick-cup-of-coffee-and-little-bit-of... If you must know, we was talking about Council re-housing. :angel: Oh, blimey, I only wanted a jolly good... Mr. Luigi Vercotti will be pleased to welcome you and introduce you to a wide variety of famous Sicilian delicacies. :cheerleader: :cool: :cheerleader: Anyway, I decided to open a high class night club for the gentry at Willowdale with international cuisine and cooking and top line acts, and not a cheap clip joint for picking up tarts. Well, some of us don't like men crawling all over us. :whipgirl: From Emily Brontë's 'Wuthering Heights' and from the 'International Guide to Semaphore Code'. Twentieth Century Vole presents 'The Semaphore Version of Wuthering Heights'. Yes, I'll just wait outside, shall I? Yes, well that's perhaps the best thing. Yes. :gumby: Well, Mr Anemone's on the phone at the moment, but I'm sure he won't mind if you go on in. Through here. :hug2: Vera! How dare you! What's the meaning of this? How could you do this to me Vera, after all we've been through? I don't know, mush, I'll have a look in the script. Where are we? Show 8. Are you 'man'? The man from the 'Hay Wain' by Constable. :hi: Treeduck`s eaten most of the early nineteenth-century British landscape artists, and I've learned not to worry. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself. Oh, one word of warning, sir, a little tip. Don't have any of Derek 19 over there. :eh: He's been here two weeks and nobody's touched him. Suppose he's got a pointed stick? Well at the moment, Simon, you're crouching down inside a filing cabinet. :scared: Is this through fear? It's the old stockbroker syndrome, the suburban fin de siecle ennui, angst, weltschmertz, call it what you will. It will have to come out. :yes: All the bits of it.

The Reverend Arthur Belling is Vicar of St Loony Up The Cream Bun and Jam. And now for the first item this evening on the Menu, the team has chosen as a little hors d' oeuvres... :bacon: ...Mrs Nice-evening-out-at-the-pictures-then-perhaps-a-dance-at-a-club-and-back-to-his-place-for-a-quick-cup-of-coffee-and-little-bit-of... If you must know, we was talking about Council re-housing. :angel: Oh, blimey, I only wanted a jolly good... Mr. Luigi Vercotti will be pleased to welcome you and introduce you to a wide variety of famous Sicilian delicacies. :cheerleader: :cool: :cheerleader: Anyway, I decided to open a high class night club for the gentry at Willowdale with international cuisine and cooking and top line acts, and not a cheap clip joint for picking up tarts. Well, some of us don't like men crawling all over us. :whipgirl: From Emily Brontë's 'Wuthering Heights' and from the 'International Guide to Semaphore Code'. Twentieth Century Vole presents 'The Semaphore Version of Wuthering Heights'. Yes, I'll just wait outside, shall I? Yes, well that's perhaps the best thing. Yes. :gumby: Well, Mr Anemone's on the phone at the moment, but I'm sure he won't mind if you go on in. Through here. :hug2: Vera! How dare you! What's the meaning of this? How could you do this to me Vera, after all we've been through? I don't know, mush, I'll have a look in the script. Where are we? Show 8. Are you 'man'? The man from the 'Hay Wain' by Constable. :hi: Treeduck`s eaten most of the early nineteenth-century British landscape artists, and I've learned not to worry. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself. Oh, one word of warning, sir, a little tip. Don't have any of Derek 19 over there. :eh: He's been here two weeks and nobody's touched him. Suppose he's got a pointed stick? Well at the moment, Simon, you're crouching down inside a filing cabinet. :scared: Is this through fear?

The Reverend Arthur Belling is Vicar of St Loony Up The Cream Bun and Jam. And now for the first item this evening on the Menu, the team has chosen as a little hors d' oeuvres... :bacon: ...Mrs Nice-evening-out-at-the-pictures-then-perhaps-a-dance-at-a-club-and-back-to-his-place-for-a-quick-cup-of-coffee-and-little-bit-of... If you must know, we was talking about Council re-housing. :angel: Oh, blimey, I only wanted a jolly good... Mr. Luigi Vercotti will be pleased to welcome you and introduce you to a wide variety of famous Sicilian delicacies. :cheerleader: :cool: :cheerleader: Anyway, I decided to open a high class night club for the gentry at Willowdale with international cuisine and cooking and top line acts, and not a cheap clip joint for picking up tarts. Well, some of us don't like men crawling all over us. :whipgirl: From Emily Brontë's 'Wuthering Heights' and from the 'International Guide to Semaphore Code'. Twentieth Century Vole presents 'The Semaphore Version of Wuthering Heights'. Yes, I'll just wait outside, shall I? Yes, well that's perhaps the best thing. Yes. :gumby: Well, Mr Anemone's on the phone at the moment, but I'm sure he won't mind if you go on in. Through here. :hug2: Vera! How dare you! What's the meaning of this? How could you do this to me Vera, after all we've been through? I don't know, mush, I'll have a look in the script. Where are we? Show 8. Are you 'man'? The man from the 'Hay Wain' by Constable. :hi: Treeduck`s eaten most of the early nineteenth-century British landscape artists, and I've learned not to worry. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself. Oh, one word of warning, sir, a little tip. Don't have any of Derek 19 over there. :eh: He's been here two weeks and nobody's touched him.