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Post by tugboat on Mar 9, 2014 18:59:54 GMT
On his head, before any of you naughty old buggers have a punt.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 19:07:53 GMT
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Barry B'stard
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Post by Barry B'stard on Mar 9, 2014 19:58:34 GMT
Oh you Twat!! I nearly had heart failure there. FFS!
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Post by joe on Mar 9, 2014 20:02:41 GMT
No sickos here, Boss, just Fruitcakes. Mind you, Tuggles did try to groom me once, until he found out I was a lesbian. I didn't try to groom you, you old twat, I just combed your hair. The left one! why you got this on your signature then..................... bucks = males! The sign on my cabin door said 'Not enough bucks stop here'.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:03:11 GMT
Yes, Boss, I just made it up. Snigger, snigger.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:05:04 GMT
I didn't try to groom you, you old twat, I just combed your hair. The left one! why you got this on your signature then..................... bucks = males! The sign on my cabin door said 'Not enough bucks stop here'.
Tuggles always has problems sexing his companions. It's got him into lots of trouble over the years, hence the string of injunctions against him.
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Post by joe on Mar 9, 2014 20:05:55 GMT
Any one noticed knackers posted a link to could be another fruitcake ============================================ Amy Peters at 08:56 on 7th Dec 2011 0agrees 0disagrees I think my mind is broken. I think they took my brain, stirred it up (in a teacup, of course), and left me to sit there and ponder the meaning of my own existence. My head hurts. The Bald Prima Donna, written by one of the founding fathers of Absurdism, Eugene Ionesco, is a truly surreal experience. This was added to by the intimate and somewhat interactive feel to the production – audience members were variously kissed, pelted with cards, or subject to comments about the ‘putrification of their eyes’. This single-act production is set in the home of one Mr and Mrs Smith, and details an evening (debatable – time is apparently such an abstract concept in the Smith household) in which their friends (once again, debatable) Mr and Mrs Martin come to dinner. Chaos, inevitably, ensues. All acting was of an intimidating standard. From Lyle Bushe’s enthusiastic portrayal of the ridiculously volatile Mr Smith, to Carys Harper’s stubbornly endearing maid, the talent of this cohort is evident. Each actor held their own impressively well, and all deserve such admiration for their ability to learn such nonsense and spout it so convincingly and entertainingly (with only minor mumbles and stumbles). And that is exactly what this production was – supremely entertaining. I spent the evening flitting between bafflement, confusion and hilarity, but never once was I bored. The set was simple and unfussy (though it broke my heart to see a book torn up and partially devoured on stage – all in the name of art, I suppose!), which allowed both the outrageousness of the play itself and the aptitude of the acting to flourish. This play was a brave and potentially risky choice by Matt Robinson and Rebecca Wallbank, and could have easily fallen flat if unsupported by a talented cast and enthusiastic direction. However, the risk most definitely paid off, and what resulted was a beautiful, fantastically bizarre suspension of reality. If ever the perfect escapist essay-break existed, this is most definitely it. I urge you to see for yourself; visit St John’s Chapel (such a perfect choice of venue for such a ludicrously unconventional play) and have your mind blown by The Bald Prima Donna.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:09:24 GMT
Yep, Amy does slaver on a bit, does she not, but it is an extremely funny play, though the humour is lost on many.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:13:53 GMT
Oh, I meant to add this: Amy is wrong, the 'founding father' of 'Absurdism' was not Ionesco but Martin Eslin, who was the first to coin the term 'The Theatre of the Absurd' in his eponymous book back in the 60s.
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Post by prof20 on Mar 9, 2014 20:34:06 GMT
Bonkers
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 20:53:10 GMT
That's a prerequisite for membership here!
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Post by prof20 on Mar 9, 2014 20:56:58 GMT
I know - no harm in a bit of flatulence flattery Who's Rebecca Ballwank?
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Post by tugboat on Mar 9, 2014 21:04:45 GMT
Oh gawd, I think I'm going to shut down for tonight, I can't keep up with you lot. Mañana, chums.
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Post by Barry B'stard on Mar 9, 2014 21:10:46 GMT
Right lads! (And girls)
Tuggers has gone to bed as he has had enough of us. What shall we do to him while he is away? Im not happy with is Avatar. Its way too macho for him as he clearly has a desire for young sailor boys. Ideas please.
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Post by joe on Mar 9, 2014 21:20:28 GMT
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