Of course there's always the cartoons for grownups - (I didn't want to put adult cartoons).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp2CkuhkqXQ
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Of course there's always the cartoons for grownups - (I didn't want to put adult cartoons).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp2CkuhkqXQ
Yeah, I'm with you on Tom and Jerry - though there's a golden period, following the prototypical experiments with animations of skanky-looking Tom and rotund, childish Jerry, and before the thing was hijacked by Hanna-Barbera and you got to see the humans' faces.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
The best Tom and Jerry cartoons are produced by Fred Quimby, as the intro credits'll tell you about fifteen seconds in. But I'm such a geek, I don't need to see that. I can tell whether it's a good one even if I'm in the next room, just from the recording quality of the signature tune.
If you're talking about grown-up cartoons, I'd recommend Drawn Together - the premise is that cartoon characters from different genres and eras are thrown together in a kinda Big Brother House. It's relentlessly tasteless.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akAEIW3rmvQThis was my favorite cartoon when I was a kid.
I loved Bugs too, learned all my show tunes from him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gc2L_7m_4mI
I have to assume that the kids around your way have a dark and rather twisted sense of humour that the adults completely miss. But I'd still like to know what the grown-ups found funny in this....Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I have got to get that movie: all the greats are in it...it's not funny though...well, maybe that Robert Deniro smile you always expect.Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
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Originally Posted by MarkBastable
I'm never far from foolishness.
I mean of course the Incredibles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2DjN...eature=related
The kids have become rather dark and twisted now - being 20 and 16. I bought then Don't Look Now in recognition of this for xmas.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYICwstBwnM
Can't beat the WB Loonie Tunes. Whenever I hear the opening theme I recall a "Revenge of the Nerds" moment in high school. The football jocks had a lousy season one year and the band geeks decided to get even by playing the looney tunes, toon as the football team ran out onto the field at the start of a game.Quote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
I believe it was this version... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0S77...eature=related
"King of the Hill" re runs are the regular fare at 8:00 pm. In fact I'm catching the second episode now.
Paul you might appreciate this one... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kK4DBoGAxA
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Being the considerate bloke that I am, I shall by preserve the purity of the author thread and post this here...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChGxwRq3YcI
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Good King of the Hill clip. I wonder what the Monk's view of propane is.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Just sat through an episode of Teletubbies. Seems to me they've burnt out, the plot was boring and predictable the acting was second rate (apart from the rabbits.) They've definitely lost their edge.
Bring back Andy Pandy I say.
Teletubbies always had it over Boobah.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfFLj149EEo
When I first saw this, when my kids were young - honest, I thought I was having a flashback.
Andy Pandy was good - the first kiddies programme I remember sseeing. I did like The Herbs though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gb1JClFvfo
I say, nothing like foghorn leghorn...I love when he teaches Prissys son or nephew or whatever...Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
What is ann margaret doing there...I can't make up my mind if it's sexy or gross.
I think they started taking drugs, happens to all the actors after a while:sosp:Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Oh my god, a japanese telletubie...Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Flashback!?...I thought I was on mushrooms!Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Talk about sensory overload.
I don't know, but seeing the baked beans, chocolate and satin sheets brought this song to mind... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-ee8...eature=relatedQuote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
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That is one kinky woman, have you ever been in bed after someone eats crackers....of course, that's not quite as bad as when they eat chocolate on the couch.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Sadly, I face this dilemma each night. Slepping on cracker crumbs and salt crystals is like sleeping on a bed of nails. Eventually, I learned to keep one of those small hand held vacuums next to the bed. Unfortunaltely the aperatue of the vacuum is so small, it was taking too long to clear up the crumbs, so now I lay down "shield" blanket on my side of the bed.Quote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
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I had to stop reading at that point. I didn't want to know what happens next.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
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Originally Posted by MarkBastable
Bed crumbs - 'tis the very devil's work. It's like a somnambulist's scourging is what it is.
Stiff upper lips to the fore, as England get spanked by Pakistan in the cricket.
I rememer some japery that went wrong by the then young and frolicsome Mrs P involving a vacuum cleaner and my left testicle - I still pale at the sound of a Goblin starting up!
Good job it wasn't a Dyson with root cyclone technology. I'd choose the goblin if it ever came to it.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Not that it would - we have a very functional but effective Henry. The turbo head might prove to be a problem with the spinning brushes.
It is now 14 hours since our beloved TV remote went missing. I last saw it in Grandchild Number Two's hands, it seemed happy enough, flicking randomly through channels and menus, there was no indication anything was wrong. Then last night we couldn't find it inspite of an intensive search. Admittedly it has done this before - gone missing for an hour or two but it had always turned up. We have recently been working hard to show that it is loved and appreciated, given it it's own special place on the mantle shelf and have just provided it with a new set of Duracells!
So if anyone knows anything of its whereabouts please get in touch, At the veryleast me and my family need closure, we need to know what has happened , so that we can get on with our lives.
Commiserations. I know how you feel. It will turn up again. Do you have an old video player? We used to find things stuffed in there by our small children.
We recently lost the DVD remote which I found after I had dropped the TV remote down the back of the bookcase. We also have a Freesat remote, which sits next to the remote for the gas fire. What would be good would be a remote built into the settee or armchair.
So did we. Jam sandwiches, mostly.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/...S._AA1000_.jpg
Couldn't resist
[EDIT: Actually on a bit of a cross thread, it's tunable - meaning that it can be worn into any pub with a television which can then be remotely turned off]
Haha !! except what happens when you take it off and the rug rats get their greasy paws on that?Quote:
Originally Posted by MystyrMystyry
A tried and true, incapable of being lost remote, that my late father invented, consists of one 10 ft long bamboo pole with a notch cut in one end. The pole remains on the floor next to the Lazy Boy recliner. One simply lifts the pole, lines up the notches on the thumb blade knob channel adjuster and twists.
Of course that was back when we had the 1972 Zenith.
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We had a similar device to work the Grundig in the bedroom. ( a long piece of half inch dowel ) I had to steady it between my toes to operate it.
My cousin used pliars on the end of a stick in the early 1980's. You had to be resourceful then - well in Fitzwilliam South Yorkshire you did. (Ever heard of it Mick? It was like the mining equivalent of hillbilly country - cept there weren't never no geetars playin').Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
.....so I'm going into the Library toilets in the town centre yesterday...and a Lady cleaner - must have a strong stomach - was walking down the steps into the bowels of the place in front of me. She had placed a sign which said "Female Cleaner in attendance" - (which does make it sound like some up town dressing room) - to warn the users that she would be in there. As she gets to the bottom of the steps she calls out a warning - Lady Cleaner coming in, and with that she plunged into what is very often a fetid pit.
The place is kept reasonably clean, but the users are often not reasonably clean themselves. I did feel sorry for this poor woman. Anyway, she goes off to see to the cubicles, past the rows of geezers swilling out the urinals.
So I set myself up at one, in the usual fashion - leaving a space between myself and the next user - who happened to be a big fat bloke with his jeans rucked delightfully around his voluminous backside.
I glanced over at the this poor cleaning Lady, and proceeded with the business in hand, when up pipes the geezer near to me as he's hauling up his massive jeans who says: "Huh a woman cleaner. I bet she thinks all her Chrismases have come at once."
I burst out laughng at the sheer ludicrous audacity of the guy. I go in there quite a bit, and I have to say I've never seen anyone in there who remotely looks like a bronzed Adonis or who is not way past their shelf life.
Tis the rich tapestry - which needs moving from there lest it become too noisome for further use.
Haha!Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
I had to look up the Grundig. Now I'm in tune.
Was that a Birch or Poplar dowel by the way?
Haha! great story Paul.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I just might borrow that last line of yours, has a nice quotable ring to it.
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Did any of you blokes wear "Chukka Boots" aka "Turf Boots" during the Golden Age (mid 60's to the end of the Disco era) ?
How about you Sounds?
I stumbled across this video and noticed the striped shirt Mod wearing a pair.
If you pause at 1:47 you'll get a good shot of the shoes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uFcPjILC7k
My pair had the soles that looked like the same material as gum erasers.
I mostly wore trainers, but then I wasn't out and about until the late 70's eighties.
Do you chaps feel self conscious about having stuff like colds and not wanting the label of man-flu to be bandied about? I consider myself to be fairly tough, and am insulted when anyone suggests it.
Me too, I am of the seventies, it was iridescent leather and platform soles for me.
(Does a double-take) You have a remote for the fire!
If we had one of those it would have to be a device that could carry a bucket across the yard, open the coal shed door, shovel coal into bucket, bring it back (wiping it's feet-or wheels,) chuck some on the Rayburn, give the bottom grate a riddle and park up in the corner.
Mrs P is the nearest thing I have to that at the moment. I hope she doesn't go down with man flu.
I too went for the seriously thick soles and stacked heels (I looked like Herman Munster's undernourished cousin) up until about 1977, when punk toppled platforms - and then I went for something like this...
http://www.garageland.fi/media/catal...lsea_Boots.jpg
..though in leather rather than suede. I don't take sufficient care of shoes to be trusted with suede.
I was wearing those until...oooh...practically last Thursday.
I don't know where Mrs Paulclem got the gas fire with remote from. I'd have been happy with a button, particularly since a replacement cost me 70 quid! I was sure I was being ripped off, but what can you do?Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Same here, referring to "out and about", the chukka boots got me past the platforms.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Just man-up and tell 'em it's "walking Pneumonia" or the consumption and go about your manly duties. They'll back away.
Haha! Yes; Paul's remote comment caught my eye as well.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Don't forget to have Mrs. P grab a few of those "fire frisbees", while she's at it.
How high were those platforms? I'm picturing you in something like this (pause at 2:32):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UypeE3zTwBs
They compliment the face.Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
Gotta run, I'm missing the second King of the Hill episode.
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Nice platforms!
During the day I was mucking out pigs, but come the night I was a Yorkshire Jason King. Purple suit, flares, waistcoat, big ties, pink shirt and platform shoes. (and Moped naturally) They'd never seen anything like it down at the Dog and Gun.
I still don't understand how those village maidens could resist me.
By the time I came along it was skin tight drainpipes again. I remember buying some flairs from an ex-catalogue shop for a quid or something and taking them in myself. Unfortunatley I ended up with lumps bulging out at the knees. I think my Ma did something to them to save the shame of me being pointed and laughed at on the street.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
I remember drainpipe jeans so tight that they cut off the blood supply, leading to the very weird and disconcerting experience of getting pins'n'needles in your dick.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
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Originally Posted by MarkBastable
That's put lump in my throat in the same way the jeans did.
Well...what's the story on the guitars?Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
We know your position on hobbies, surely this isn't a collection of yours!
Eh? Axes aren't a hobby Gilliatt - they're a fundamental vitamin as important as food and shelter. Each has subtle nuances in its design and manufacture and the way they make you feel when playing that make them a uniquely individual work of art, like the difference between a Canaletto and a Titian.
Ringo has about twenty guitars, Ozzy Osborne about thirty - and neither of them are renowned for this passionate facet (it's a personal thing).
Hobby? Hobby?! Have you taken leave of your senses? Hobby, for Christ's sake?Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Were it not so obvious that you are in some way mentally ill, I'd demand satisfaction, sir.