dead Ronnie Barker

[Lady Die 63]

I think you are reading far too much into this!  The funeral was "family only" & they'll have a memorial service later.

about 20 family members and close friends in Oxfordshire.

Not quite "family only" then - anyway with some family members "out of the country" you'd think they'd want to bump up the numbers.

Maybe you're right. I always felt that Ronnie B found Ronnie C an irritating little turd with no talent.

[Guest The Pilchard]

well he is now!

[Slave to the Grave 26]

This was apparently shown on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a sN-word, though god knows how many takes it took. Irony is that they received not one complaint. The speed of delivery must have been too much to take in for the serial complainers.

 

'This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. Rindercella and her

sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard

frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of

the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly

astards.

 

One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they

were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The

sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not

let Rindercella go.

 

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her

name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a

pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy

ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told

Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking

falamity.

 

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when

suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said

Rindercella,

and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass

glipper.

 

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and

the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and

let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame

that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown

cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters

without success and their feet stucking funk.

 

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack

in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a

hig bard on.

 

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived

his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.'

 

[Anubis the Jackal 77]

This was apparently shown on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a sN-word, though god knows how many takes it took. Irony is that they received not one complaint. The speed of delivery must have been too much to take in for the serial complainers.

 

'This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. Rindercella and her

sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard

frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of

the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly

astards.

 

One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they

were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The

sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not

let Rindercella go.

 

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her

name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a

pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy

ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told

Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking

falamity.

 

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when

suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said

Rindercella,

and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass

glipper.

 

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and

the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and

let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame

that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown

cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters

without success and their feet stucking funk.

 

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack

in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a

hig bard on.

 

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived

his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.'

 

I fear you may have been taken in. Ronnie B would never do anything that 'blue' and the BBC certainly wouldn't broadcast it. It's Internet myth I'm afraid.

[Slave to the Grave 26]

I feared as much, hence the 'apparently'.

 

(Just off to give that nice Nigerian gentleman my bank details.)

[Cowboy Ronnie 78]

and there was never a Seaman Stains, nor a Master Bates, on Captain Pugwash.

[Magere Hein 1,400]

and there was never a Seaman Stains, nor a Master Bates, on Captain Pugwash.

There is, however, a Master Baiter.

 

regards,

Hein

[Lady Die 63]

There is, however, a Master Baiter.

 

regards,

Hein

[Windsor 2,233]

Magere, you appear to have lost a contact lens.

Judging by your avatar that is.

[Lady Die 63]

Four candles ..... but not for Ronnie.

[Harvester Of Souls 40]

and there was never a Seaman Stains, nor a Master Bates, on Captain Pugwash.

Master Mate...

 

Tedious Link: Captain Pugwash Interactive Storybook

[Tuber Mirum 125]

and there was never a Seaman Stains, nor a Master Bates, on Captain Pugwash.

There is, however, a Master Baiter.

 

regards,

Hein

Aha!

 

Misleading Domain Names:

 

www.expertsexchange.com

www.molestationnursery.com

www.penisland.net

www.cummingfirst.com

www.whorepresents.com

 

No internet forum is complete without a list of them.

 

[Grim Reaper 186]

A fine set of links

[Anubis the Jackal 77]

try www.northerngasheating.co.uk

[Tempus Fugit 214]

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[Canadian Paul 97]

Out of curiosity, how likely did it seem before hand that Ronnie Barker would die this year? How likely does does it seem that the relatively young Ronnie Corbett will follow?

 

I'm not suggesting and I have no real idea, but you guys would know better than me.

[Star Crossed 33]

Out of curiosity, how likely did it seem before hand that Ronnie Barker would die this year? How likely does does it seem that the relatively young Ronnie Corbett will follow?

 

I'm not suggesting and I have no real idea, but you guys would know better than me.

Hi Paul,

I don't think anyone other than our resident psychics saw Ronnie Barker's death approaching; he looked good for another few years at least.

 

As for Mr. Corbett, if he pops his clogs before 2015 I'll be very surprised. He's pretty active in work and play (golf etc.) and has no serious illnesses that I know of. Probably not a good pick for anyone's Dead Pool for the next decade.

I hope that answers your question. Cheers.

[Captain Oates 21]

As for Mr. Corbett, if he pops his clogs before 2015 I'll be very surprised. He's pretty active in work and play (golf etc.) and has no serious illnesses that I know of. Probably not a good pick for anyone's Dead Pool for the next decade.

I hope that answers your question. Cheers.

Agreed!

 

Captain's Mate sees him down at the fishmonger's every few weeks and reports a robust individual with a ruddy complexion, probably as a result of all that golf.

 

I have issued a request to ask after his health next time, but the Mate is reluctant and says that we are a bunch of sickos! (Insubordination!)

[Canadian Paul 97]

I have issued a request to ask after his health next time, but the Mate is reluctant and says that we are a bunch of sickos! (Insubordination!)

I think he's the sicko, assuming that we were only asking in hopes that we were sick. Perhaps we just wish to be assured that a fine comedian is in the best of healths.

[G. Love 0]

I don't know, Barker looked ready to die for years, I'm actually quite surprised he didn't cark it earlier. Corbet's still lookin' good (well...) though, he'll be the Ernie Wise to Barker's Eric Morecambe and make it for a decade or two imo.

[Canadian Paul 97]

Just for fun, Ronnie Corbett looking not so good.