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Post by everso on Jan 5, 2010 16:12:36 GMT
Fat feet, housey? I hear you, sister. I shouldn't worry until they get to size 13. Thank goodness for the drag queen industry or I'd never find a decent pair of shoes.[/quote]  We have a drag queen shop in Chelmsford  |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 16:15:30 GMT
Well done, Housesparrow.
I've got one ready, so here goes . . .
Hamish!
Dougal! Come away in! Ye'll've had yer tea?
Dinna fash yersel, Hamish -- I'm no so keen on havin' tea, not since ah foond oot what yon MPs' were gettin' away with their expenses and such! Who's responsible, Hamish?!
Oh, aye, Dougal, and who could blame ye? Ye'd hardly think anyone with any humanity would be prepared to let them get away with taking all that money from us poor taxpayers, never mind intelligence!
Aye, Hamish -- and how many of them are doing the administration, that's what I want to know!
Jings, Dougal! Must be more than half a dozen, don't you think?
Oh, aye, easily that, Hamish. How many, and what kind of sub-human thinking? That's what we want to know!
Film, book. Two words.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 16:28:24 GMT
We have a drag queen shop in Chelmsford Imagine my surprise.  |
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Post by everso on Jan 5, 2010 17:19:55 GMT
We have a drag queen shop in Chelmsford Imagine my surprise. We have a gay bar in Chelmsford too, with a drag artiste called "Wilma Fingerdoo" True |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 17:41:25 GMT
We have a gay bar in Chelmsford too, with a drag artiste called "Wilma Fingerdoo" True That is gross, Everso. It's almost enough to get Essex a bad name. The first gay bar I was ever aware of was in the Bigg Market in Newcastle city centre. The Imperial. Landlord was Viv. There was a half-crown nailed to the floor in the bar. Can't think why. [There are many pubs in the Bigg Market. These days it would be unwise to visit the Bigg Market on a Saturday night. How times change.] |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 5, 2010 17:42:56 GMT
While we await everso's reply, a trivial after-Christmas reflection. It doesn't seem to matter how much exercise I do, the extra pounds just seem to go in one direction as gravity takes over! (That was a clue, by the way! Book, five words) |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 5, 2010 17:48:33 GMT
Weyland, "Animal House" springs to mind for yours.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 17:50:30 GMT
While we await everso's reply, a trivial after-Christmas reflection. It doesn't seem to matter how much exercise I do, the extra pounds just seem to go in one direction as gravity takes over! (That was a clue, by the way! Right! How the hell are we supposed to know? I'm still waiting for a verdict from Trubble on something or other, and she's the one that got me into this in the first place. The Abyss ? |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 17:55:49 GMT
Weyland, "Animal House" springs to mind for yours. No. Not inappropriate, true, but no. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 5, 2010 18:03:27 GMT
(That was a clue, by the way! Right! How the hell are we supposed to know? I'm still waiting for a verdict from Trubble on something or other, and she's the one that got me into this in the first place. The Abyss ? Well, you found an answer to my earlier throw away remark, which wasn't a clue at all . But I said "book, five words" so no, The Abyss isn't right. |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 5, 2010 19:09:55 GMT
While we await everso's reply, a trivial after-Christmas reflection. It doesn't seem to matter how much exercise I do, the extra pounds just seem to go in one direction as gravity takes over! (That was a clue, by the way! Book, five words) ? |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 5, 2010 19:15:49 GMT
Alas, not so, Weyland, wish it was!
My one consolation is that the sagging flab I describe is common to everyone.
Oh - and a film has been made of it - I've just checked.
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Post by everso on Jan 5, 2010 20:16:13 GMT
We have a gay bar in Chelmsford too, with a drag artiste called "Wilma Fingerdoo" True The first gay bar I was ever aware of was in the Bigg Market in Newcastle city centre. The Imperial. Landlord was Viv. There was a half-crown nailed to the floor in the bar. Can't think why. [There are many pubs in the Bigg Market. These days it would be unwise to visit the Bigg Market on a Saturday night. How times change.] Mr. E. and I almost collapsed with laughter when we saw the poster in the window of the bar. But, yes, gross just the same. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 5, 2010 20:51:43 GMT
One more guess, weyland: Sixth Sense?
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Post by trubble on Jan 5, 2010 21:08:04 GMT
Superb guess, Housey.  All I could think of was A Few Good Men but I knew that was wrong of me. |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 6, 2010 11:15:18 GMT
One more guess, weyland: Sixth Sense? You are sooooooo close, Sparrow. |
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 6, 2010 12:17:59 GMT
Well done, Housesparrow. I've got one ready, so here goes . . . Hamish!
Dougal! Come away in! Ye'll've had yer tea?
Dinna fash yersel, Hamish -- I'm no so keen on havin' tea, not since ah foond oot what yon MPs' were gettin' away with their expenses and such! Who's responsible, Hamish?!
Oh, aye, Dougal, and who could blame ye? Ye'd hardly think anyone with any humanity would be prepared to let them get away with taking all that money from us poor taxpayers, never mind intelligence!
Aye, Hamish -- and how many of them are doing the administration, that's what I want to know!
Jings, Dougal! Must be more than half a dozen, don't you think?
Oh, aye, easily that, Hamish. How many, and what kind of sub-human thinking? That's what we want to know!Film, book. Two words. The Dirty Dozen? (If 'The' doesn't count to the word counmt.) |
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 6, 2010 12:18:38 GMT
While we await everso's reply, a trivial after-Christmas reflection. It doesn't seem to matter how much exercise I do, the extra pounds just seem to go in one direction as gravity takes over! (That was a clue, by the way! Book, five words) Is it 'The Long Way South' (and you've got the word count wrong?) |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 6, 2010 12:43:14 GMT
Well done, Housesparrow. I've got one ready, so here goes . . . Hamish!
Dougal! Come away in! Ye'll've had yer tea?
Dinna fash yersel, Hamish -- I'm no so keen on havin' tea, not since ah foond oot what yon MPs' were gettin' away with their expenses and such! Who's responsible, Hamish?!
Oh, aye, Dougal, and who could blame ye? Ye'd hardly think anyone with any humanity would be prepared to let them get away with taking all that money from us poor taxpayers, never mind intelligence!
Aye, Hamish -- and how many of them are doing the administration, that's what I want to know!
Jings, Dougal! Must be more than half a dozen, don't you think?
Oh, aye, easily that, Hamish. How many, and what kind of sub-human thinking? That's what we want to know!Film, book. Two words. The Dirty Dozen? (If 'The' doesn't count to the word counmt.) No. I count every word, every time. That should be a Rule. Good try, though. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 6, 2010 14:13:08 GMT
Blake's Seven? No, that can't be right, because it was a TV series.
"Common Sense" fits, but I don't think there was ever a book or film with that name and anyway it doesn't allow for the half dozen clue.
Sorry, Riotgrrl, not the Long Way South (though I like it!)
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