bigbadwolf

I watched for the second time in my life what I regard as one of the most gripping political thrillers of all time. The Last Contract is a Swedish production that probed the still raw nerve ending of who Killed Swedish politician Olof Palme in 1986. After watching the film a few years ago I became intrigued by the whole scandal to the point of obsession and read up on a lot of suggestions as to who the culprits were. One very strong possibility is that Palme had angered a lot of people in the Indian government after export licenses Bofors applied for were turned down by Palme. Another strong possibility that the British government has always strongly denied is that the assasin was in fact an MI6 hitman codenamed "Craftsman". Michael Kitchen did an eye watering job of playing the hitman John Gales. He played him with an efficiently ice cold personality who'd happily murder the odd baby or two if it suited his mission. I can't recommend this strongly enough. http://www.filmafrika.com/images/team/david%20cv/images/David/19.The-Last-Contract.jpg

Are you taking the piss Jeremy?

Sod it, I still would.

Hello Dave. Long time no post.

"Silverfox... if we're going off topic and discussing weather presenters, I would nominate Lucy Verasamy." Good call Jeremy!!! http://newyork.timeout.com/export_images/602/602.x231.around.open.jpg

Very good point Brendan. Are lightbulbs enlightened/switched on enough to translate representational theories of mind. I doubt it.

"Northern Grandma, PAH! Moos is an avid fan of "t'street" I reckon....." Sorry Moos. I tried my hardest but in the end I just couldn't help it. http://www.encoremagazine.co.uk/mediac/400_0/media/lizsmith.jpg

Sorry guys...can I be the first? How many Irishmen does it take to change a lightbulb? 100. One to hold the bulb and another 99 to turn the house.

Jesus wept Moos you're not from up north are you?

Just for the record I've had my arse kicked all over the shop by Moos for being either rude, smutty, offensive, jingoistic, aggresive, brash, and allsorts of other carry on's. It's a humbling experience by any stretch of the imagination but the only thing I can't get my head round is that after a fierce tongue lashing from her I always smell better.

Edited 3 time(s). Last cock up was yesterday, 11:43pm by Thick Mac. A few hiccups there Micky my boy. Good effort though.

This is exactly the sort of carry on you'd expect to find in Scotland. An Irish pastime that the whole family can enjoy. The Welsh behaving themselves. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=271TpdpI8DE&feature=related

I bet she does. I wonder if she dresses up as a nur......

"Be warned of the affects of wedding cake on the female libido..." As well as Jam.

"Of course there isn't a 'British Isles'. You may as well call them the Irish Isles." Is that some sort of sick joke Declan? You might as well call it The Isle Of Bog.

WANTED Hello my name is Azul and I'm enquiring after a submissive fille to show off to my crib team. She must be skilled in housekeeping and a wench in the boudoir.

Good grief.

I move in many circles Sean. "He seeks him here, he seeks him there, that SeanMacGabhan seeks him everywhere. Is he playing cards or is he playing golf, that damned alusive bigbadwolf."

See, it wasn't that difficult now was it.

I love Moos to bits and she's not adverse to telling me off either. I like to picture Moos as a blend of the ever buoyant and reserved Elinor and Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility. I see Quids as that rascal Thomas Palmer of the same novel. Or one of the gypo's in Guy Ritchie's Snatch.

That's colonials for you Declan. Bloody convicts.

Sorry, hold your horse's Sean. I don't mean to come across as dense, but who on earth gave you permission to come and traipse all over my bloody manor eh!!! We may have given your lot independence back in 22, but that's no excuse for you to start trespassing on my hill. If you're not careful I'll rouse my brigands and start piping "Oh Danny boy, dah poips a carlin" across east Dulwich. At 3 a.m!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eD2L_Dpohg

Yeah I know! Everyone knows they wear knickers under their kilts.

I, as part of the landed gentry, only ever refer to the shires outside the capital as the provinces where provincials live. The so called break away nations such as Scotland should be treated with a heavy hand like what the Russians did to Chechnya. So, from here on out we shall refer to the collection of islands as Britannia, and just to keep the mick Irish happy it will sometimes be refered to as Bogtannia. England England is a beautiful and majestic land that invented the ironing board and was once the seat of an empire where the sun never set. It's home to the most prestigeous universities where our glorious literature flourishes and sets the trend. Our mathmaticians and engineers have taken the world by the hand and shown them how it's done. The world speaks English, the world is England. Scotland A bunch of foul mouthed, uncouth barbarians who are constantly whinging to Brussels about their claim to our oil. The question the Scots should ask themselves is where would they be if it wasn't for the gratuitous colonisation of the English. Their tribal government would still be run by village elders and they'd still be sacrificing their young to their pagan gods. Wales Insignificantly under populated retirement home where you can still get away with buggering farm yard animals. Ireland (Republic and North) A priest infested backwater full of wandering half wits who are more than happy to live up to their under achieving stereotype by singing for beer.