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[Milford Cubicle]

What was the Original Post About? I am Very Confused and A Little disorientated.

[Mr Lobster]

^ Something about schools being shut...

[Cavcraft]

 

 

 

[Inspector Morose]

It was a charter, an old tradition or something.

[FredTransit]

Metrobi is your sig Bill Bailey?

[Inspector Morose]

Indeed! As I was originally sorting my profile, Tinselworm was on the DVD and, well, I just liked it!

[FredTransit]

In that case, Insect Nation?

[Inspector Morose]

The spiders are not insects but in the war they'll side with the insects. Spider traitors......etc and hilarity ensued.....

[FredTransit]

You'll be telling me next you speak Klingon....

[Inspector Morose]

No but I do talk toot and chew the fat at Fangios every now and again**The next Lazlo Woodbine thriller in the series.

[FredTransit]

Sorry I only speak French, English and Rubbish.....

[Inspector Morose]

Sorry, just wondered if anyone else read Robert Rankin.

[FredTransit]

Nope.

[Richard]

I've read quite a few of his books, but it's a long time since I read one. I discovered him when I was looking for Ian Rankine in the library.

[Slaighty]

AHHH. Donuts. . . What can't they do ?

[FredTransit]

AHHH. Donuts. . . What can't they do ?

make you thin?

[Father Ted]

Sorry, just wondered if anyone else read Robert Rankin.

i stopped reading him after the sprouts of wrath, the Brentford trilogy was good - but everything after that hasnt tickled my fancy. I moved on to Michael Marshall Smith with the really rather good Only Forward about that time....

[Albert Ross]

You'd be surprised how many times I've found long reach plugs to be the problem, especially when there are odd cylinder heads fitted.

[Parky]

I am amazingly confused about this thread. But as there is a Bill Bailey theme earlier:But into the shop came a Skinhead gang and snatched the fork from my hand, Debbie she looked at me to assert my masculinity, I said OI!They said WHAT?I said "nothing....."

[M'coli]

Robert Rankin...Is he the author of The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies Of The Apocalypse?

[mouseflakes]

I discovered him when I was looking for Ian Rankine in the library.

Oh, so you're the one playing library hide and seek with Ian now are you? He refused to continue playing it with me some years ago - gave some lame excuse about the book mites bringing on his asthma. TBH, I think I just got too good for him.

[binhoker668]

Is it safe?

[Richard]

I discovered him when I was looking for Ian Rankine in the library.

Oh, so you're the one playing library hide and seek with Ian now are you? He refused to continue playing it with me some years ago - gave some lame excuse about the book mites bringing on his asthma. TBH, I think I just got too good for him.

Shit! That reminds me, I forgot to tell Ian I wasn't playing any more.

[Father Ted]

Tottenam Court Road - red.

[pompei]

Is he the one that cooks the Irish soda bread?

[Richard]

Red sky at night, the refinery's alight.

[Mr Lobster]

Burn them. Burn them. Witches.

[Inspector Morose]

The Chaucer Pubbe GaggeThree fellowes wenten into a pubbe,And gleefullye their handes did rubbe,In expectatione of revelrie,For 'twas the houre known as happye.Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,And hadde a reallye good laffe.'Til drunkennesse held full dominione,For 'twas two for the price of one.Yet after wine and meade and sac,Man must have a massive snack,Great pasties from Cornwalle!Scottishe eggs round like a balle!Great hammes, quaile, ducke and geese!They suck'd the bones and drank the grease!(One fellowe stood all pale and wan,For he was vegetarianne)Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,Upon three young wenches round and slye,The fellowes cast a wanton eye.One did approach, with drunkene winke:"'Ello darlin', you fancy a drink?",Soon they caught them on their knee,'Twas like some grotesque puppettrie!Such was the lewdness and debaucherie -'Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery!(Except that Dick Emery is not yet borne -So such comparisonne may not be drawn).But then the fellowes began to pale,For quail are not the friende of ale!And in their bellyes much confusione!From their throats vile extrusione!Stinking foule corruptionne!Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,'Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!Thrown they were, from the Horne And Trumpette,In the street, no coyne, no strumpet.Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,To that ende - a donkey stole!Their handes all with vomit greased,(The donkey was not pleased,And threw them into a ditche of shite!)They all agreed: "What a brillant night!"Apologies to Mr Bailey

[Cavcraft]

Hello John gotta new motah?

[chester drawers]

Burn them. Burn them. Witches.