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Post by revisedartlily on Jan 18, 2011 7:26:46 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 18, 2011 7:48:00 GMT
 That's even better than "Jeremy C**nt the Hulture Secretary"
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Post by everso on Jan 18, 2011 10:35:31 GMT
Don't you just love those bloopers? Sad to say, I missed the Jeremy C*nt one.
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Post by aubrey on Jan 18, 2011 12:14:29 GMT
Andrew Marr compounded the Jeremy Hunt one on his TV show by saying that he wasn't going to repeat it, and then did.
What a Jeremy.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 18, 2011 13:03:12 GMT
There used to be a keep-fit place in Shrewsbury which had a notice in the window advertising Vibration Training. Shook me when I saw it.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 18, 2011 13:13:06 GMT
That's even better than "Jeremy C**nt the Hulture Secretary" I heard it happen. Naughty Naughtie. But I think you've spelt it wrong, wrong, Sparra. The Big Oxford lists these possibilities for "c**nt" . . . 1 chant, n. 2 chant, v. 3 cien, ciens, cient 4 clent, a. 5 clint, n. 6 clint, clent, v. 7 clunt, n. 8 clunt, v. 9 count, n.1 10 count, n.2 11 count, v. 12 'count 13 count found in make, v.1 14 cownt- 15 coynt, -eliche, -ice, -ise 16 crunt |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 18, 2011 17:45:04 GMT
Pedant!  |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 18, 2011 17:57:18 GMT
Why thank you, Sparra. The Honour is to Serve. |
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Post by revisedartlily on Jan 18, 2011 20:52:29 GMT
Oh I love that, housey!!! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by everso on Jan 18, 2011 22:31:42 GMT
What's a crunt?
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Post by Weyland on Jan 18, 2011 23:08:16 GMT
It's a bit like a franny, only much further to the Right. |
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Post by everso on Jan 18, 2011 23:12:22 GMT
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Post by Weyland on Jan 19, 2011 1:31:49 GMT
I'm so glad you asked, Ev . . . . . CRUNT n. (krVnt) [Cf. crump.] ‘A blow on the head with a cudgel’ (Jam.). 1785 Burns To W. Simpson xxv, An' monie a fallow gat his licks, Wi' hearty crunt. 1819 St. Patrick I. 166 (Jam.) Though I got a fell crunt ahint the haffit. ~ ~ ~ Free Extra Bonus C*UNT Definition:CLUNT n. [see clunch, and cf. Du. klont, EFris. klunt clod, lump, heavy clumsy loud-stamping foot.] A heavy noisy tread, a clump. 1877 in Holderness Gloss. ~ ~ ~ Where are Patrick Campbell and Frank Muir when we need them?  Two lovely blokes. RIP. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jan 19, 2011 7:40:49 GMT
I can't ever remember watching Call my Bluff, but have fond memories of the radio show My Word! |
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Post by everso on Jan 19, 2011 10:03:09 GMT
We were regular viewers of Call My Bluff. Fwrank Muuuur was my favourite. Patrick Campbell made me on edge because of his unfortunate stutter, but when he did manage to get his words out he had a lovely voice.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 19, 2011 10:31:50 GMT
I can't ever remember watching Call my Bluff, but have fond memories of the radio show My Word!I still miss that programme. I have a couple of My Word! books: Oh My Word! and You Can't Have Your Kayak and Heat it. Wonderful stuff. Altogether now . . . Soup, a cauli, fridge, elastic, eggs, pea, halitosis. (Frank Muir's shopping list.) |
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Post by Patrick on Jan 19, 2011 11:09:50 GMT
We used to have the My Word paperback. I nicked one of the stories for an English essay at school once, and got away with it! The one about Druscilla Kennington-Oval...........
"Druscilla was awoken from her slumbers by the sound of a helicopter - she quickly jumped out of bed and threw on an old patched pair of jeans and threw open the bedroom window and waved - "Hello Mr Helicopter pilot"
The helicopter crashed into a treee.
Druscilla Kennington-Oval quickly ran and threw on an old patched bra and an old patched woolly jumper"
She had two boyfriends I remember, one rich and flash with a sports car and the other with an old tweed jacket that "smelt reassuringly of old spaniel dog - he hugged Druscilla, but not before removing an old spaniel dog from beneath his jacket"
All paraphrased, but it has been over 25 years since I read them.
"The Lamps are going out all over Europe"
"The lambs are going Aah! to Oliver Yarrop". Poor old unlucky Oliver.
"Old Soil Jars Never Dye"
Oh! The mobile dry cleaning business! Running the warm hose pipe up the trouser legs and using paper grips to complete the creases!
I've got a couple of Patrick Campbell's books - the orange and cream Penguin originals.
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