HonaloochieB

Are we sure it's a generator? Or a giant bee? I was informed by the bloke down the pub, who reckoned that his mate's brother-in-law had it on the best possible authority that Kraftwerk had bought a rehearsal space on BR and were practicing for their forthcoming 'Droning On And On' tour. I for one believe him.

Working Class Bastard - The Cockney Rejects

Zany. That's so zany. There's not nearly enough zany in the world. Zany and potholes, if only the Marx Brothers were still a viable act, that stuff just writes itself.

HonaloochieB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Billy Don't Be A Hero - Paper Lace > > Edited because I'm a clutz. Or a klutz. I should > know how to spell. Edited again because I couldn't be more of schmuck if I tried. A schmuck I tell ya!

Billy Don't Be A Hero - Black Lace Edited because I'm a clutz. Or a klutz. I should know how to spell.

woofmarkthedog Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > cate Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > woofmarkthedog Wrote: > > > -------------------------------------------------- > > > ----- > > > Yeah.... > > > > > > Throw "Balsamic" in his ey*s > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > W**F > > > > > > I think you mean champagne vinegar. > > ________________________________________ > > Oh Cate... > > Really & you of all people "Champagne Vinegar" > > This is "East Dulwich" you know, not "Chigwell" > > > W**F I reckon 'ChaMpagne Vinegar' is far more Chingford than Chigwell WMTD. But that's just me. Though on the other hand, Chigwell has more comic innuendo inherent in it. Especially combined with 'on the other hand'. Got to stop typing now, just splutter laughed all over the screen. Sometimes I just crack me up.

Here Comes The Sun, Do N Do Doo, Here Comes The Sun, Do N Doo, It's Alright - The Beatles

HonaloochieB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I think we'll all be a bit more adult about this > when we stop calling it 'poo'. > Irritating mimsy-whimsy bullpoo, tee hee. Call it > what it is. > It's shit. Dog shit. > Crap, if you're in polite company. But they'll > know it's shit. > Really, get over yourselves, you flicking > pooheads. The last sentence was written after returning from the pub, so can be considered intemperate. Therefor it may be ignored at your leisure. It really may. The rest is sincerely held and is the truth as I see it. And the truth as I see it is b*stard well true and no b*starding mistake. It's of course quite possible I may have visited the pub again. For 'may' substitute 'definitely'. Well yeah, you would, wouldn't you.

Almighty Jesus - The Legion Of Faithfulness

I think we'll all be a bit more adult about this when we stop calling it 'poo'. Irritating mimsy-whimsy bullpoo, tee hee. Call it what it is. It's shit. Dog shit. Crap, if you're in polite company. But they'll know it's shit. Really, get over yourselves, you flicking pooheads.

You Really Got Me - Mott The Hoople

This Is My Legs - The Rambling Girls Of Pleasure

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > Stewart Lee also confiscated someone's mobile > phone after it persistently rang during his gig. > He threw it half-heartedly on the floor and it > happened to smash. When the punter got angry and > demanded cash for a new phone, he said "I'm not > paying for that - it's broken". 'Confiscated' threw 'half-heartedly' 'happened to smash', could Stewart have been any more camp? And as for the punchline it's straight up Piggly out of 'Jakers'. It is, so it is. Dopey hoor.

I Love Your Fevered Mind - The Leather-Jacketed Minds

strangemartin Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I had one of these round when I lived on Landcroft > Road last year. He was persistent, in the end I > had to close the door in his face, and he kicked > something outside and shouted "you queer, you > f***ing poof!". So I opened it and challenged him, > and got into a big argument which involved him > telling me "it's not Adam and Steve, it's Adam and > Eve", which is such a classic retro bit of > homophobic abuse I almost invited him to an 80s > theme party. > > He also said "I don't like you bringing that s**t > around me" to which I replied "yeah, but YOU were > the one knocking on MY door", and he started > getting aggressive and only backed down when my > (somewhat larger) flatmate appeared at the door to > see what all the shouting was about. > > I called the police and they apparently informed > the community wardens and asked neighbours, but > nothing ever came of it. Not sure about anyone else, but this to me seems the least truthful post since the one of those ones I put on the song game thread. If it happened, it's been described in the schumckiest possible way. If, as I believe it's an invention then it's as dopey and dreary an invention that ever there was. No offence. Actually, balls to that, every offence possible. Huh.

SimonM Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > ...but a pub called the "Dulwich Wodehouse" is > only going to cause confusion! B) The name should be the Wodehouse, no Dulwich prefix. That's all. The only confusionn will lie with the easily confused dopey-headed c*nt community. It's a small community, but massively confused and spectaculary dopey-headed. As for c*ntishness, don't get me started. No, really, don't.

Penguin68 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > then call it the P.G. Wodehouse. > > Raymond Chandler also went to Dulwich College - so > how about The Long Goodbye - C S Forester also > lived in Underhill Road, so how about The Admiral > Hornblower? I'm aware of both of these connections, however none mentioned East Dulwich in their books and neither based any suburd they wrote about on ED,as did Wodehouse. If it has to change name then it surely must be the Wodehouse, all else is applesauce, if not flummery. There, I've said it. Edited, bcause frankly one made something of a bish on a couple of words. I mean one doesn't want to look a complete ass when one is attempting to makea serioud point. One's not a total chump after all. Despite what Oofy Prosser might be spreading round.

legalbeagle Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Does your chewing gum lose its flavour in the > bedpost overnight? A boy named Sue. I've Got The Chewing Gum - The Statuesques

legalbeagle Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Does your chewing gum lose its flavour in the > bedpost overnight? A boy named Sue. I prefer Lonnie Donegan's version.

FFJ informed some hapless sod, that "The first rule of cookery is you have to cook it right". It was his way of informing the woman he wasn't keen on her spuds. Still she got off lightly compared to Tim and his hake who was informed "You are vying with a lot of flavours there". Imagine Tim's surprise, up 'til then he had no idea he was in competition with his ingredients. Corky O'Rorky who'd be a restaurateur, eh?

FFG also on Thursday reckoned that "There's only so far passion and soul can take him" Cheers FFG, that'll be four stone of Maris Pipers, leave 'em outside the back door.

I believe it was Thurday evening when FFJTC announced "In my mind I'm fairly clear who should stay, I'm also clear who should go" FFJ didn't get to where he is today without decisions as firm as his gravy.

huff25 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Discuss. Oh Huff you're soppy as a box of bollocks, if you think Ed's a middle class gateau, it's a still a bread pudden of a place while it's got an Iceland in it, innit? The inner shitehawk will always be in our hearts while we can buy large bottles of strong cider for a pound a kick. And who amongst us can truthfully say that we are not such a tripehound that we would eschew the special offer on the Rowntree's Pastille lollies? Be there one amongst us so strong? I think not. So anyway, how's yer belly fer spots? Edited because I mispelt Pastille and decided to add the word 'eschew'. I thought by adding it, it made me look a little Julian Fellowoesish. I leave it to you to decide whether I was correct, gentle reader.

Keep Yourself Alive - Queen

Loz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I went to Jongleurs in Clapham many years ago and > a fellow on the next table was asked to leave for > heckling. Shame really, as he was really funny > and the bloke on stage was severely dying on his > a***. Some sort of comedy-magic act. Minus the > comedy. And the magic was crap, too. If this was early 1984, then it could well have been me. I lived in the area and me and my butties would always complete a Friday evening's carousing with a couple of bottles at Jongleurs. I was asked to leave on several occasions, for this and that, mostly unfunny hecklage. There was one memorable time when I was besting the featured comic and was escorted from the premises, and this sounds as if it could be that time. Happy days. Wait, have you seen my Fonz, impression..? No really..wait...