VileBody

Just following up my thought from the James Doohan thread - anyone know many of the original (ie up to Apollo) astronauts are left - they must be pushing on a bit.

I know this is not a sports forum, but I would like SCW on a deathlist for next year for dropping Gavin. I know we always tell the ranters that the purpose of this site is not to wish death on anyone, but I'd like to make an exception. Gutless English tw*t....

I see Sykes is 82 today...honourable mentions in '93, '94 and '03...time for another outing in 2006?

Has anyone else heard this rumour that the Queen had an affair with Lord St John of Fawsley (formerly Norman St John Stevas) in the 1970's? Makes your flesh creep....

Is that right - can I buy it???? BTW you remember the shoe smashing down the pedal in blue and white in the opening credits of the later series? - the guvnor had a pair of them and they were knocked out by a geezer in Hammersmith to all the CID. I know, cos i was polishing them...

I think you have the essence of it - there was a lot of overlap, but the old man didn't stuff security van drivers with a crowbar or threaten 18year old cashiers with a shooter - armed robbery is such a job for "brave men", of course ...might have shagged the boyos' girlfriends tho... Can't work any more now everyone's accountable...

Christ, had major curry last night and need a bowel resection meself....

raider+Dec 12 2005, 12:51 AM--> QUOTE(Tom( raider @ Dec 12 2005, 12:51 AM) Twelve down, two more to go to beat the all time record! Would that be too much to ask for the next three weeks? Has any stats-freak monitored how many nominees tend to die in december? December is a great month - usually around xmas

My old man was in the job at the time the Sweeney was made - not Squad but West End Clubs Squad out of West End Central from '69 to '73 - job consisted of turning up at 6pm, writing up the night before then sitting in dodgy venues talking to "faces" til 6am. Tough hours, tough days, tough men... However, my point was that the guvnor's driver once took the late great J. Thaw home from a police dinner [piss-up] and Thaw was deeply in character telling the guy that he was a S**t driver, disgrace to the job etc, so the bloke pulled him out of the back, told him he was Manc pouf actor, smacked him and left him to get the bus. Great hours, great days, great guys....

You should complain, sweetie - what about my dead pope and the Irishman joke...

I do wish that were true - the reality I suspect is that you'll still have to bring in your passport, driving licence, poll tax bill, gas bill, pet registration, your mother-in-law's parrot's birth certificate and a sperm sample to be allowed to buy a train ticket. Oh, and you need the ID card. Which can't be read by the different machine on the Underground...

Very odd not having your weird company - will endeavour to muck in again, me dears

Thanks all - haven't felt so welcome since I last disclosed my address to the Child Support Agency... Went profoundly mad at work - they'll probably cite all the time on DL as we row about things...

By crackey, this home hubbie thing makes you race to catch up on the DL issues of the moment. In fact I'm so absorbed with thinkinh must stop drinking and get ready for the school run run I can't think of ought relevant to contribute - but see above about 10 pages ago. (a do run run...)

That's a full Ayatollah joke - what can i say

Yes, thought I was...

Very kind! Missed you all like that cathartic waking up with sensuous hangover when you can still have a lie in - or as Bored of the Rings puts it: "Like a dog returning to a much loved spew" Nought better in the world! Great to be back!!

Robert Hardy is 80 - 2006 candidate?

6 if you count the meaningless double "!" . I'm also a bit worried about the ambiguous participle or gerund use of "discussing" - are we supposed to be disgusted with "our selves (sic)" who happen to be discussing etc., or are we to be disgusted with the discussing which belongs to us? Alternatively, he (or she) may have meant "your selves' discussing" and missed out the apostrophe - that's actually quite a profound thought, ie that we should be disgusted by the actions of our inner souls or "selves" in discussing dead people. Whatever. Phuq off.

And knitting....

I may be too late for this but pull the gun very firmly into your shoulder when you fire. First (and last) time Mrs VB fired one, it kicked so hard she dropped the gun. To the alarm of many...

What a brilliant discovery - now we just need a famous vet... Hang on - Robert Hardy must be getting on an bit (though he's just written a book about longbows). And that drip Christopher Timothy hasn't been on the telly for a while either... Any ideas??

Anyway - what is a scoobie? My little reptiles haven't found them yet I don't think. Am still getting over treading on bits of those sodding fighting spinning top things they were mad about a couple of years ago. Re spotting odd people in the streets, I always found barefoot hippy girls in the early seventies very erotic in my prepubescent imagination....

Anyway, it's difficult to knit underneath your raincoat....

No, not deaf, dead. Are you deaf? pardon? partly dead? By the way has anyone noticed that Ronnie Barker died on Monday? You'd think someone would have posted something... Ah, I love it when one of these guys goes - we get so many wonderful new friends. I thought Barker was an outstanding comic actor and writer, and Porridge is probably the greatest comedy drama (hardly a sitcom) ever screened. I also liked the silent seaside postcard films which you rarely see screened I was always baffled by the 2R's, however. There were some obviously great sketches like the "four candles" but otherwise the whole thing seems ratehr hollow and disjointed in retrospect. They clearly had no chemistry as a performance team unlike, say Morecombe and Wise, or Mel Smith and Gryff Rees Jones. Indeed I always got the impression that Barker thought RC was a telentless little gnome and bore every minute he was on screen with him with teeth-grinding annoyance. I thought Open All Hours was just embarrassing and tasteless. Mean Northern git crushes life out of underdeveloped dependent child and sexually harrasses local nurse. Oh and he's got a stutter and a dangerous cash register. F**k me, what a laugh... The rest of the TV stuff is just terrible. Anyway that was all a bit churlish - he was clearly hugely talented and it's sad to see him gone. It's just a shame that more of his energies hadn't been directed into more comic acting and writing - what might his Falstaff have been like?