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August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :| Is this the furthest distance that a minister has fallen? Count Ferdinand Von Zeppelin's behaviour on that flight in 1900 had incredible, far-reaching consequences, for one of the falling Ministers, the talented Herr Von Maintlitz, architect of the new Geman expansionist farm policy, fell on top of an old lady in Nijmegen, killing her outright. He's fallen off the edge of the cartoon. :rose: They were wearing masks and making silly noises and one of them pretended to be the manager. And then some of the fellows there started handing cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that :scared: ...and they had spiders in matchboxes, sir. It's all very well to laugh at the Military, but when one considers the meaning of life, it is a struggle between alternative viewpoints of life itself. :tempted: Well, as it's so funny, I think you'd better be selected to play for the boys' team in the rugby match against the masters this afternoon! This is my only line :| Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying. I'm only doing me job! I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit! :eh: Breathe in...out....in...out... :clap: :clap: :clap: Now look, if anybody else pinches my phrase I'll throw them under a camel. When I was in Cairo, I was disguised as a water hydrant. :ph34r: Oh, yes, there's the head. Yes, four centimetres. Five-- Six centimetres. Funny, you look much shorter than that to me. Are you slumped forward in your chair at all? Vot you ask that for, are you a spy or something? Get on against the wall, Britischer Pig, you are going to die! I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent. :huh:

August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :| Is this the furthest distance that a minister has fallen? Count Ferdinand Von Zeppelin's behaviour on that flight in 1900 had incredible, far-reaching consequences, for one of the falling Ministers, the talented Herr Von Maintlitz, architect of the new Geman expansionist farm policy, fell on top of an old lady in Nijmegen, killing her outright. He's fallen off the edge of the cartoon. :rose: They were wearing masks and making silly noises and one of them pretended to be the manager. And then some of the fellows there started handing cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that :scared: ...and they had spiders in matchboxes, sir. It's all very well to laugh at the Military, but when one considers the meaning of life, it is a struggle between alternative viewpoints of life itself. :tempted: Well, as it's so funny, I think you'd better be selected to play for the boys' team in the rugby match against the masters this afternoon! This is my only line :| Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying. I'm only doing me job! I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit! :eh: Breathe in...out....in...out... :clap: :clap: :clap: Now look, if anybody else pinches my phrase I'll throw them under a camel. When I was in Cairo, I was disguised as a water hydrant. :ph34r:

August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :| Is this the furthest distance that a minister has fallen? Count Ferdinand Von Zeppelin's behaviour on that flight in 1900 had incredible, far-reaching consequences, for one of the falling Ministers, the talented Herr Von Maintlitz, architect of the new Geman expansionist farm policy, fell on top of an old lady in Nijmegen, killing her outright. He's fallen off the edge of the cartoon. :rose: They were wearing masks and making silly noises and one of them pretended to be the manager. And then some of the fellows there started handing cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that :scared: ...and they had spiders in matchboxes, sir. It's all very well to laugh at the Military, but when one considers the meaning of life, it is a struggle between alternative viewpoints of life itself. :tempted: Well, as it's so funny, I think you'd better be selected to play for the boys' team in the rugby match against the masters this afternoon! This is my only line :| Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying. I'm only doing me job! I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit! :eh: Breathe in...out....in...out... :clap: :clap: :clap:

August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :| Is this the furthest distance that a minister has fallen? Count Ferdinand Von Zeppelin's behaviour on that flight in 1900 had incredible, far-reaching consequences, for one of the falling Ministers, the talented Herr Von Maintlitz, architect of the new Geman expansionist farm policy, fell on top of an old lady in Nijmegen, killing her outright. He's fallen off the edge of the cartoon. :rose: They were wearing masks and making silly noises and one of them pretended to be the manager. And then some of the fellows there started handing cheese around ... and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that :scared: ...and they had spiders in matchboxes, sir. It's all very well to laugh at the Military, but when one considers the meaning of life, it is a struggle between alternative viewpoints of life itself. :tempted:

August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :| Is this the furthest distance that a minister has fallen? Count Ferdinand Von Zeppelin's behaviour on that flight in 1900 had incredible, far-reaching consequences, for one of the falling Ministers, the talented Herr Von Maintlitz, architect of the new Geman expansionist farm policy, fell on top of an old lady in Nijmegen, killing her outright. He's fallen off the edge of the cartoon. :rose:

August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg. :|

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey: Well something certainly is happening here at Tolworth roundabout, blackhawkrush. I can now see Picasso, he's cycling down very hard towards the roundabout, he's about 75-50 yards away and I can now see his painting - it's an abstract! :D Oh, motocross! At last they done been put on something interesting. :chickendance: Just a minute, Robert. There's a small matter of... murder. I'd like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble, for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth. :kisshug: There was nothing we could do, Meow. If we'd have had the whole Philharmonic Orchestra in there, he'd still have gone. Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this thread has taken. Why do we never hear about the good things in Britain, like Mary Bignall's wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur. Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. And now IbanezJem will mime a man being struck about the head by a sixteen-ton weight. :16ton: Oh, I couldn't afford a whole new brain. I shall give you 10.000 pounds if you will undertake to disengage your troops in America. :cheers: But now that the Government has collapsed and shown itself incapable of providing any sort of unifying force, I feel we do need the stability and the breathing space that a military presence would provide. Have we bombed anywhere? Have we shown 'em we got teeth? :fury: :yes: Upper right two and four, lower right three and two lower left one. :D Old Nick the Sea Captain was a rough tough jolly sort of fellow. He loved the life of the sea and he loved to hang out down by the pier where the men dressed as ladies... :blink: Here is a revised list. Women, children, Red Indians and spacemen. :aliensmiley:

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey: Well something certainly is happening here at Tolworth roundabout, blackhawkrush. I can now see Picasso, he's cycling down very hard towards the roundabout, he's about 75-50 yards away and I can now see his painting - it's an abstract! :D Oh, motocross! At last they done been put on something interesting. :chickendance: Just a minute, Robert. There's a small matter of... murder. I'd like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble, for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth. :kisshug: There was nothing we could do, Meow. If we'd have had the whole Philharmonic Orchestra in there, he'd still have gone. Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this thread has taken. Why do we never hear about the good things in Britain, like Mary Bignall's wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur. Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. And now IbanezJem will mime a man being struck about the head by a sixteen-ton weight. :16ton: Oh, I couldn't afford a whole new brain. I shall give you 10.000 pounds if you will undertake to disengage your troops in America. :cheers: But now that the Government has collapsed and shown itself incapable of providing any sort of unifying force, I feel we do need the stability and the breathing space that a military presence would provide. Have we bombed anywhere? Have we shown 'em we got teeth? :fury: :yes: Upper right two and four, lower right three and two lower left one.

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey: Well something certainly is happening here at Tolworth roundabout, blackhawkrush. I can now see Picasso, he's cycling down very hard towards the roundabout, he's about 75-50 yards away and I can now see his painting - it's an abstract! :D Oh, motocross! At last they done been put on something interesting. :chickendance: Just a minute, Robert. There's a small matter of... murder. I'd like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble, for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth. :kisshug: There was nothing we could do, Meow. If we'd have had the whole Philharmonic Orchestra in there, he'd still have gone. Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this thread has taken. Why do we never hear about the good things in Britain, like Mary Bignall's wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur. Well, I think I can answer this question most successfully in mime. And now IbanezJem will mime a man being struck about the head by a sixteen-ton weight. :16ton: Oh, I couldn't afford a whole new brain. I shall give you 10.000 pounds if you will undertake to disengage your troops in America. :cheers:

I looked him up. He was a guest in almost everything that was ever made. :rose:

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey: Well something certainly is happening here at Tolworth roundabout, blackhawkrush. I can now see Picasso, he's cycling down very hard towards the roundabout, he's about 75-50 yards away and I can now see his painting - it's an abstract! :D Oh, motocross! At last they done been put on something interesting. :chickendance: Just a minute, Robert. There's a small matter of... murder. I'd like to say sorry to the police, for putting them to so much trouble, for the literally hours of work they've had to put in, collecting evidence and identifying corpses and so forth. :kisshug:

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey: Well something certainly is happening here at Tolworth roundabout, blackhawkrush. I can now see Picasso, he's cycling down very hard towards the roundabout, he's about 75-50 yards away and I can now see his painting - it's an abstract! :D Oh, motocross! At last they done been put on something interesting. :chickendance:

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...' Well, whether Mao Tse Tung is alive or not, Lin Piao has a stranglehold on the central committee which Lin Shao Chi can't break, so it remains to be seen whether Chou En Lai can really get his finger out and get going in the second half. And now they are finishing their oranges and leaving the post office for the start of the second half. :hockey:

But can a beebe said to be or not to be an entire bee when half the bee is not a bee due to some ancient injury? Would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. :popcorn: Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter...'

:bang bang: :cheerleader: There are no more patients now, doctor.

Ooh, that was cold. :codger:

"The Son of Happy Anniversary", eh? Have a wonderful day, Jim. :cosmo: :hug2: :cosmo:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared: Please do not panic. Please keep your heads right down now, and at the back please keep your heads right down. Do not panic, don't look round - this building is surrounded. There is nothing to worry about. I am the Bishop of East Anglia. STARRING THE REVEREND E.P. SIMON. :angel: SPECIAL EFFECTS BY THE MODERATOR OF THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND. Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow... And in the snow, I see ... a tree! ...Wait, wait I haven't finished yet... And by this tree, gentlemen, I see ... a dog!... And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree, and he piddles on it. Mr. Salad? There's Mr. Carpenter to see you...he wants to go walkies. :banghead: And his trainer has to run the 49,000 miles from his two-bedroom, six-living-room tree-house in Kyoto to wake him up. I don't know whether he can, sir. He's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. :rose: You can't just dump a dead body in this thread and say 'no further questions'. I demand an explanation. His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket. :( Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. :wacko: Take the tablets Tiger. But Mr. Tiger is no ordinary idiot. Here he is taking a class of third-year students. :banghead: :banghead: :banghead:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared: Please do not panic. Please keep your heads right down now, and at the back please keep your heads right down. Do not panic, don't look round - this building is surrounded. There is nothing to worry about. I am the Bishop of East Anglia. STARRING THE REVEREND E.P. SIMON. :angel: SPECIAL EFFECTS BY THE MODERATOR OF THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND. Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow... And in the snow, I see ... a tree! ...Wait, wait I haven't finished yet... And by this tree, gentlemen, I see ... a dog!... And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree, and he piddles on it. Mr. Salad? There's Mr. Carpenter to see you...he wants to go walkies. :banghead: And his trainer has to run the 49,000 miles from his two-bedroom, six-living-room tree-house in Kyoto to wake him up. I don't know whether he can, sir. He's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. :rose: You can't just dump a dead body in this thread and say 'no further questions'. I demand an explanation. His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket. :(

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared: Please do not panic. Please keep your heads right down now, and at the back please keep your heads right down. Do not panic, don't look round - this building is surrounded. There is nothing to worry about. I am the Bishop of East Anglia. STARRING THE REVEREND E.P. SIMON. :angel: SPECIAL EFFECTS BY THE MODERATOR OF THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND. Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow... And in the snow, I see ... a tree! ...Wait, wait I haven't finished yet... And by this tree, gentlemen, I see ... a dog!... And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree, and he piddles on it. Mr. Salad? There's Mr. Carpenter to see you...he wants to go walkies. :banghead: And his trainer has to run the 49,000 miles from his two-bedroom, six-living-room tree-house in Kyoto to wake him up. I don't know whether he can, sir. He's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. :rose:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared: Please do not panic. Please keep your heads right down now, and at the back please keep your heads right down. Do not panic, don't look round - this building is surrounded. There is nothing to worry about. I am the Bishop of East Anglia. STARRING THE REVEREND E.P. SIMON. :angel: SPECIAL EFFECTS BY THE MODERATOR OF THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND. Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow... And in the snow, I see ... a tree! ...Wait, wait I haven't finished yet... And by this tree, gentlemen, I see ... a dog!... And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree, and he piddles on it. Mr. Salad? There's Mr. Carpenter to see you...he wants to go walkies. :banghead:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared: Please do not panic. Please keep your heads right down now, and at the back please keep your heads right down. Do not panic, don't look round - this building is surrounded. There is nothing to worry about. I am the Bishop of East Anglia. STARRING THE REVEREND E.P. SIMON. :angel: SPECIAL EFFECTS BY THE MODERATOR OF THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND.

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII. I'll tell you what's wrong with you. Your head's addled with novels and poems, you come home every evening reeling of Château La Tour! :o I've never even been to Spain. :huh: And furthermore I suggest that you are none other than Ron Higgins, professional blackhawkrush impersonator. :eh: And so, m'lud, it only remains for you to pass the most savage sentence on :drool: that the law can provide. Very well... Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring! :blink: Well, all right, all right, but only ... if you come on a camping holiday with me. Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it :coy: All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. A world where men and women of all races and creeds can live together in communion and then in the twilight of this life, our children, and our children's children and... ...whilst Mary, Roger's half-sister, settles down to watch television. :fuckinputer: ... and our figures show that the motorways are extremely popular. I mean, last time we showed a repeat of the Leicester bypass our ratings gave us 97,300,912, and ITV nought. So I do feel we ought to give B roads their own series. Yes, everyone is welcome to North Molden, which is within easy reach of the proposed M25. :ebert: