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Presenters? Thighs?

In my day you had news readers and all you saw of them was head and shoulders, to this day Reginald Bosanquet's thighs remain a mystery to me, and not to speak ill of the dead, I'm grateful for the fact.


Anna Ford though...


(continued on the Old Fogies thread)

He's the personification nae veritable embodiment of all that is wrong about todays society.

Talk about the "bland" leading the "bland"...has NO Personality or Character or Guts or Opinion..anything even mildly controversial and not "pc" he laughs nervously and says "moving swiftly on"..No B*lls,Mamby-Pamby product of excessive State intervention with no redeeming features(apart from a Cute little Dimple on his cheek-Bless)...No-Good Son-Of-A-****((!)(td)...

btw:I'm not a fan...

Wherever Chaz wants to lay his hands is fine by me (oooh eer missus) as long as it stops Bill Turnbull being on my screen. that guy is cheesey, rubbish and really annoying since he thinks he's sooo funny.... bring back Dermot whatshisface.... at least he looked and sounded like a proper news presenter...

Sorted Hon..I've done a bit of Duckin' 'n Divin',Bobbin' 'n Weavin' you know what I mean?..Safe.

"All we need is a lot of money, a script and talent. "...'fraid I can't help on the Filthy Lucre or Talent Departments.In fact,I haven't got a script either but I'm ready,willing and able.Indeed I will be "Able" to Sir Michael's "Cain(e))B)

Tony.London Suburbs Wrote:

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Indeed I will be "Able" to Sir Michael's

> "Cain(e))B)


This is just the sort of repartee that'll be quoted from the film. The film I'm giving the working title 'Bloody Nora'

The leader of the gang is female. Her name is Nora. She commits robberies when she's having her 'period'.

Seems feasible.

I'm afraid they are more hustlers than rustlers Hon(6)

btw:Chaz was at it again a few moments ago!..Sports Correspondent on BBC said that an England cricketer had a bad back due to sleeping in too many different beds on Tour and then there was a,um,pregnant pause which accompanied his cheeky grin.Charlie stepped in,only to say,.."anyway moving swiftly on..."....for "pearls of wisdom" or "bon mots"look elsewhere s'il vous plait.

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