05 March 2004 17:39
Curses, you've uncovered my excuse for an early night.
PS au contraire, we've only had Freeview for a few months, prior to which we hardly had time to watch TV. Evenso I'd rather listen to the crystal set or read.
06 March 2004 08:34
Oh, I know how you feel. Sometimes I barely have time to catch 5 minutes of Beyblade I'm so busy being isolated and alienated from society. Fortunately, despite the demise of TV I can still use video games as my justification for gunning people down at random.
Thank god for TV and video games. If it wasn't for their all-powerful influence we'd be forced to take responsibility for our own actions!
PS. Crystal set? Wasn't she in a kids TV prog with a dog called Alistair?
06 March 2004 10:29
No, I'm told that was Crystal Tips, or so my Brother-in-law says and he should know 'cos he's ever-so old, so how do you know about her? 39 again this year??
That would never do - having to behave responsibly! N-E-Way TV and video games are not omnipotent whatever you might say.
06 March 2004 10:33
Because I misspent both my youth and my adulthood! PG Tips and Alistair was one of those very strange non-animated animations from the early 70's and everyone reckoned she was on LSD because she had swirly kaleidoscopic rainbow eyes. Honestly, how can you run the NHS when you don't know things like that?
PS. They are if you can't get viagra!
06 March 2004 12:47
I probably missed it for some reason or other...
07 March 2004 09:01
Probably snogging blokes behind the bikesheds. Lucy wouldn't approve, you know!
07 March 2004 18:01
Moi? 1970s you say? Let me see................. I think I was demanding more comfortable venues by then.
As to Lucy - when have the younger generation approved of anything their elders did ............. or vice versa?
08 March 2004 09:55
Back seat of the cinema, back seat of a Ford Anglia or backbench of the House of Commons? Well, as the saying goes, if you can remember the 70's you wish you hadn't really been there!
3.37 pm Thursday May 19th 1905 ..... but no one noticed.
PS. WAFS. Winwaloe has wimped out of the beyblade challenge and tried to cherry-pick his score. I always knew he was a fraud. Crucifixion (even Mel Gibson-style) would be too good for him!
09 March 2004 17:10
As far as I can recall I really wasn't.
PS what's WAFS
10 March 2004 08:24
No, you're thinking of the 60s.
" ... when have the younger generation approved of anything their elders did ............. or vice versa?". Do try and keep up with the conversation, your lobstership.
PS. What A [engaging in the act of procreation] Surprise.
10 March 2004 18:20
S'funny I don't remember seeing you there - and let's face it you're not one to be easily forgotten.
I am trying, but sometimes your thought processes are a tad convoluted if not down right twisted.
PS Oh is that what I've been doing? I thought it might be something faintly saintly, although as there are saintlets I guess so must W and Mrs W, unless they were of the immaculate conception variety.
11 March 2004 09:00
Can't remember, eh? That proves you were there in the 60's, apparently. I suppose I must have been as well although my memories for the period are very vague. Particularly prior to 1964 for some reason!
Nonsense, everything I say makes perfect sense. It's not my fault that the planet and the rest of the population are rotating in the wrong direction.
PS. Don't forget that we only have Wimp-waloe's word for it that there is a Mrs W and progeny. Hell, we only have Wimp-waloe's word for it that he exists. Given that just about everything else he says is utter cobblers with slightly less credibility than the WMD Dossier .....
11 March 2004 18:13
Proves nothing. About as spurious as saying that everyone was taking illegal chemical substances.
12 March 2004 08:37
Ah, but if everyone was doing illegal chemistry experiments in the 60's the resulting period of cold turkey in the early 70's would explain glam rock!
12 March 2004 18:21
Nothing can explain glam rock - its inexplicable.
12 March 2004 18:38
Ah ..... that would explain it then!
PS. I suppose we could have referred it to the Patron Saint of Gibberish but he seems to have gone off in a huff after being given very short shrift for his pompous refusal to partake of the beyblade foolery. Oh well, as Gill Richards said ...
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