And Now for Something Completely Different...Monty Python Thread v.2

[blackhawkrush]

Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah." :finbar:

Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg.

You don't have to eat the leg, Thompson, there's still plenty of good meat ... look at that arm.

He bowls to Cowdrey...and no shot at all. Extremely well not played there. :clap:

Aye, and what were all that dancing through Ray Illingworth's innings? Forty-seven not out and the bird comes up and feed him some grapes!

And Marx is claiming it was offside.

Yes, yes! One final question Karl and the beautiful lounge suite will be yours...

What happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?

I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

:whip: ...thirty-nine...forty. All right, cut him down, Mr Fuller.

.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor

:o Mr. Aldridge, would it be fair to say that you are not at all well?

Well, absolutely, and what makes it worse, sometimes at the end of a sentence I'll come out with the wrong fusebox.

Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. Then we try to get them in a position where they suddenly find that they're completing other people's sentences.

Thank God for that. For one ghastly moment I thought I was... too late. If only more people would call in the nick of time.

Builders haven't been then? Well, at least the poet's been installed, then.

[Your_Lion]

Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah." :finbar:

Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg.

You don't have to eat the leg, Thompson, there's still plenty of good meat ... look at that arm.

He bowls to Cowdrey...and no shot at all. Extremely well not played there. :clap:

Aye, and what were all that dancing through Ray Illingworth's innings? Forty-seven not out and the bird comes up and feed him some grapes!

And Marx is claiming it was offside.

Yes, yes! One final question Karl and the beautiful lounge suite will be yours...

What happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?

I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

:whip: ...thirty-nine...forty. All right, cut him down, Mr Fuller.

.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor

:o Mr. Aldridge, would it be fair to say that you are not at all well?

Well, absolutely, and what makes it worse, sometimes at the end of a sentence I'll come out with the wrong fusebox.

Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. Then we try to get them in a position where they suddenly find that they're completing other people's sentences.

Thank God for that. For one ghastly moment I thought I was... too late. If only more people would call in the nick of time.

Builders haven't been then? Well, at least the poet's been installed, then.

Now before we move on to tea and pramwiches, I would like to ask Arthur Lord Tenniscourt to give us his latest little plum entitled 'The Charge of the Ant Brigade'.

[blackhawkrush]

Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah." :finbar:

Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg.

You don't have to eat the leg, Thompson, there's still plenty of good meat ... look at that arm.

He bowls to Cowdrey...and no shot at all. Extremely well not played there. :clap:

Aye, and what were all that dancing through Ray Illingworth's innings? Forty-seven not out and the bird comes up and feed him some grapes!

And Marx is claiming it was offside.

Yes, yes! One final question Karl and the beautiful lounge suite will be yours...

What happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?

I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

:whip: ...thirty-nine...forty. All right, cut him down, Mr Fuller.

.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor

:o Mr. Aldridge, would it be fair to say that you are not at all well?

Well, absolutely, and what makes it worse, sometimes at the end of a sentence I'll come out with the wrong fusebox.

Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. Then we try to get them in a position where they suddenly find that they're completing other people's sentences.

Thank God for that. For one ghastly moment I thought I was... too late. If only more people would call in the nick of time.

Builders haven't been then? Well, at least the poet's been installed, then.

Now before we move on to tea and pramwiches, I would like to ask Arthur Lord Tenniscourt to give us his latest little plum entitled 'The Charge of the Ant Brigade'.

So it's 72 match points to the blancmange now...Podgorny prepares to serve again. :martini: :drool: :martini:

[Your_Lion]

Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah." :finbar:

Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg.

You don't have to eat the leg, Thompson, there's still plenty of good meat ... look at that arm.

He bowls to Cowdrey...and no shot at all. Extremely well not played there. :clap:

Aye, and what were all that dancing through Ray Illingworth's innings? Forty-seven not out and the bird comes up and feed him some grapes!

And Marx is claiming it was offside.

Yes, yes! One final question Karl and the beautiful lounge suite will be yours...

What happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?

I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

:whip: ...thirty-nine...forty. All right, cut him down, Mr Fuller.

.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor

:o Mr. Aldridge, would it be fair to say that you are not at all well?

Well, absolutely, and what makes it worse, sometimes at the end of a sentence I'll come out with the wrong fusebox.

Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. Then we try to get them in a position where they suddenly find that they're completing other people's sentences.

Thank God for that. For one ghastly moment I thought I was... too late. If only more people would call in the nick of time.

Builders haven't been then? Well, at least the poet's been installed, then.

Now before we move on to tea and pramwiches, I would like to ask Arthur Lord Tenniscourt to give us his latest little plum entitled 'The Charge of the Ant Brigade'.

So it's 72 match points to the blancmange now...Podgorny prepares to serve again. :martini: :drool: :martini:

He doesn't know when he's beaten, this boy...he doesn't know when he's winning either. He doesn't have any sort of sensory apparatus.

[blackhawkrush]

Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah." :finbar:

Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg.

You don't have to eat the leg, Thompson, there's still plenty of good meat ... look at that arm.

He bowls to Cowdrey...and no shot at all. Extremely well not played there. :clap:

Aye, and what were all that dancing through Ray Illingworth's innings? Forty-seven not out and the bird comes up and feed him some grapes!

And Marx is claiming it was offside.

Yes, yes! One final question Karl and the beautiful lounge suite will be yours...

What happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?

I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

:whip: ...thirty-nine...forty. All right, cut him down, Mr Fuller.

.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor

:o Mr. Aldridge, would it be fair to say that you are not at all well?

Well, absolutely, and what makes it worse, sometimes at the end of a sentence I'll come out with the wrong fusebox.

Our method is to reassure the patient by recreating normal conditions. Then we try to get them in a position where they suddenly find that they're completing other people's sentences.

Thank God for that. For one ghastly moment I thought I was... too late. If only more people would call in the nick of time.

Builders haven't been then? Well, at least the poet's been installed, then.

Now before we move on to tea and pramwiches, I would like to ask Arthur Lord Tenniscourt to give us his latest little plum entitled 'The Charge of the Ant Brigade'.

So it's 72 match points to the blancmange now...Podgorny prepares to serve again. :martini: :drool: :martini:

He doesn't know when he's beaten, this boy...he doesn't know when he's winning either. He doesn't have any sort of sensory apparatus.

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

[Your_Lion]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

[Your_Lion]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

[Your_Lion]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

[Your_Lion]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

[Your_Lion]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

It's the fifth state that a Scotsman can achieve, sir. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor, sir.

[blackhawkrush]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

It's the fifth state that a Scotsman can achieve, sir. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor, sir.

He sounds a notowious cwiminal. :finbar:

[Citizen of the World]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

It's the fifth state that a Scotsman can achieve, sir. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor, sir.

He sounds a notowious cwiminal. :finbar:

I would like to take this opportunity of complaining about the way in which these threads are continually portraying psychiatrists who make pat diagnoses of patients' problems without first obtaining their full medical history.

[KW84]

Good. I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that, well done. :ebert:

Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right? That's how he made his name - disguise!

Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies.

He's not quite dead!...He's getting better!

Can we have your liver, then? :drool:

Well can I have spam instead?

Oh, yeah! He's the one that begins with an "S".

That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already

I think he's got beautiful legs!

Oh, just call me darling.

Oh darling, I'm home.

Another merciless sweep across Central Europe. ;)

There seems to have been an accident. Well, several accidents actually.

The pump caught in my trouser leg...and that's how they were damaged...the eggs...you remember...the hard-boiled eggs I was telling you about...they were in a tupperware container, reputedly self-sealing, which fell open upon contact with the tarmacadam surface of the road...

But as yet absolutely no sign of Pablo Picasso. :(

Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk

I think what McTeagle's pottery...er...poetry is doing is rejecting all the traditional cliches of modern pottery. :digi:

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

It's the fifth state that a Scotsman can achieve, sir. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor, sir.

He sounds a notowious cwiminal. :finbar:

I would like to take this opportunity of complaining about the way in which these threads are continually portraying psychiatrists who make pat diagnoses of patients' problems without first obtaining their full medical history.

I'm a doctor... actually I'm a gynaecologist, but this is my lunch hour. :D