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Tugging In Tandem is a hopeless name for a group. It's the name of a group who'll be supporting Ned's Atomic Dustbin on their third comeback tour in 2012. You'll be on first, before Pop Will Eat Itself. And serve you bloody well right. Cop yourself on BBW.

Whatever that actually means.

Although I wouldn't mind being a tanner behind their leccy bill.

HAL9000 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > EDF IQ Test > > Is Broccoli - > > A: a cross between a cauliflower and a barrister? > B: a naturally occurring brassica? > C: a producer of James Bond films? > A - Jesus was hung on a cross between two thieves, it's quite possible one was a barrister. I don't think cauliflower had been invented at the time. B - I think you'll find the word is 'brassiere' and they featured heavily in the James Bond films. Apparently he could open one one=handed and flick it atop the shower rail in under ten seconds. C - See B.

Andystar Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I was adding Boric acid to urine samples whilst > day dreaming of a better life.. The Boric acid notwithstanding, you were probably one of the few people on here receiving the piss voluntarily and not taking it. Salut.

Can I suggest you name yourselves Stuntman? I just think it's such a good name for a group and won't restrict you to any particular genre. Oh go on, you might.

But not the fridges, please. Sometimes it's only the Perrier/orange juice combination that gets me to work. I can't believe they still fall for the old give us some info on that place in Pellat/Barry/Upland road malarkey. Refreshing though.

What about 'feel better' films? On The Buses - Makes me appreciate the fact that my family is nothing like Stan Butler's. Though I do covet the patent leather hair. A Clockwork Orange - A near future dystopia where out of control teens embark on rampages of ultraviolence, robbery and the 'old in and out'. Viddy my lips, no thanks. A Death In Venice - Liked the suits, but all a bit too consumptive and slightly 'noncey' for my taste. Carry On England - A source of great comfort that I'll never watch it again. Erazerhead - See Carry On England. Purple Rain - Knowing that there is nothing I can ever do that will be as embarrassing as Prince's performance in this. A benchmark for toe-curling hand-wringing red facedness. Soundtrack rules however.

Q. Where does the 6'5" Marmora Man sit? + + + + + + + + + + + + + A. Wherever the hell he likes.

And what was so 'great' about the train? Didn't look that special to me.

daizie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > yea my mum does that too, half a cap of dettol in > the bath . She's not alone then . No Daizie, but frankly I wish she'd take a turn at the tap end a bit more often.

Thereby giving your child the best possible start in life, MP.

RONNIE BIGGS WAS DOIN' TIME UNTIL 'E DONE A BUNK BUT NOW 'E SAYS 'E'S SEEN THE LIGHT AN' 'E'S SOLD 'IS SOUL FOR PUNK...

I know this is OT but I often put half a cap of Dettol in my bath. Combined with the Tidman's Sea Salt and Wrights coal tar soap you'll find me stooging about the manor smelling like a 1940s Yorkshire millhand. And right gradely I feel too.

mockney piers Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Whoops 100110. Well spotted on the deliberate > mistake there sir *ahem* OK maybe it'll have to be Ben Obewan Ben, then. Still good.

mockney piers Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oooh cooooool. I was in the pub. > > Mind you i am quite sad, I'm all excited that my > baby's due date is 101010. MP you're going to have to call him Ben Ben Ben, then.

I was in South bastard Harrow removing from my shirt pocket the map of where I was due to be at a meeting half an hour earlier and noting with some disgust how clammy it was.

Me too, it's ace.

I think the nearest place is Leeds.

Ice In The Sun - Status Quo

No you're not being daft, it does run on Sunday and will deliver you to the busiest train station in the world in about 30-40 minutes. I won't enquire as to exactly why you're going to 'that place', but enjoy yourself.

It was a grisly business all round SM and as you say not forgotten and definitely not forgiven. Jo Good has a certain appeal (and I may be influenced by the fact she has mentioned going to see Mott The Hoople in her youth) but she requires a good partner. So fine when she sharing a studio with Paul Ross or Baylen Leonard, not so good when lumbered with Rowland Rivron, what is he exactly?

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > A bounder of the worst kind! > > Rather a fine ginger 'tache though. 'Tache notwithstanding, it seems he's associating with a shopgirl. For reasons I'm sure we 'men of the world' will understand, it's unlikely she'll be brought back to the family pile, and less likely still that an engagement will ensue. I mean to say, not everyone can be of a vaguely half-tolerable demi-socialist quarter-conservative bent like myself. Can they? But still, a shop girl's a shop girl for all that.

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > resplendent in a pair of green tweed Vans (Which I > may have to liberate from the possession of a > certain local resident but a truly exquisite > outfit sometimes means cracking a few eggs.). I'm not averse to an exchange provided all is fair and equitable. The green tweed Vans in exchange for a pair of Johnny Ramones and a Meerschaum pipe. A light shag could be a deal breaker here.

Cads is this and of course bounders may be all and suchlike, but you'll not achieve proper English Gentleman status until you've felt the heft of a couple of matching Purdeys in your hands. Chuck one across to your gillie. Then fell free to discharge the other towards a hapless bird. Then ensure said bird features at dinner. Come the 'port passing' stage of the evening, you'll be wondering what all the fuss was about. Actually. was there a fuss? What with you waving a Purdey about and all?