True,very true…but luckily,Solo,there’s always the memory of Bluce Ree’s expertise with Blass Bands,to bring harmony…http://i66.tinypic.com/2ufxf0m.jpg
Yes Pug, I see your martial arts expert, Loose Flea, is adopting the classic “Pigmy aiming blowpipe” stand, note the right index finger firmly clutching the centre bar of the instrument to reach and hold the high notes, the left index finger inserted into the mouthpiece to lend a quivering sound effect if needed, remark a bold, yes truly remark a bold, as they say in the midlands here. ;-)
Ah you can’t beat the old pro’s when they were at their best Solo, they made the whole world laugh and cry.
The first time I saw the old Lon Chaney Wolfman films I was amazed at the scenes where he changes into the wolf man and then back again, and being a young lad I really did think that it was for real. Then the next special effect that had me spellbound was the parting of the Red Sea in “The Ten Commandants”, of course back then we hadn’t a clue how it was all done, but that made it more enjoyable I think, there were quite a few tricks in that film for it’s time (1956), today they have really gone wild with the special effects, but then again they are not so special when you know how it’s all done.
We even have films now about the making of the films, alas the magic is gone and there is no mystery anymore.
As one sick werewolf said to the other, a change is as good as a rest.
Oh God, eez terrible as my Spanish friend used to say.
Saw a few scenes being shot in Honkers with Little Flea himself doing his thing. A small, slender man and so balletic in his movements.
Never saw him with a trombone in his hand though…how life could have beeen so different if I had 
In 1884, electrical engineer Rookes Crompton wrote, “At the recent Crystal Palace Electrical Exhibition, a couple from the country asked the price of an incandescent lamp at one of the stalls, and being supplied with it for 5s, expended a box of matches in trying to light it, and then declared the whole thing was a swindle.”
You may laugh but I am just the same when told, for example, how simple it is to use an expensive smartphone, so try one, find out it isn’t that simple batterywise, so declare the whole thing is a swindle.
People will always be people. Somethings never change do they:-D:-D:-D
One hopes that’s a fact solo.
Thinking about Enter the Dragon, was you favourite character Han Solo?
Only saw the few scenes from Enter the dragon that were being shot, never the whole film as I did not like John Saxon as an actor so I have thunked on this…and having thunked long and hard I can now tell you that the only Solo I know about is singing solo. So low that you can’t hear me .
Pssssss…dont tell anyone that I wasn’t a Star Wars fan either.
I can do Hans, knees and a bumpsy daisy sung solo though .
Just went to see that film Rocketman, was a bit disappointed, was expecting a documentary about Kim Jong Un.
Trump called him the little fat Rocket man, fat!!! Tump is one to talk, the big fat rocket mouth.
I did know a John Young, he was a very old lad when I was a young man, he used to work in Kennedy’s bakery, a huge city bakery at the time, he was a disgruntled employee who had been sacked (I’ve been wanting to type that lovely word “disgruntled”, it’s being going round in me head all day long) any way he was so disgruntled that he wrote a children’s skipping song so the word would spread throughout the city in no time. The kids still sing it to this day.
“Don’t eat Kennedy’s bread
It sticks to your belly like lead
It makes your mother wonder
When you fart like like thunder
Don’t eat Kennedy’s bread”
There lies another rocket connection, one could get to the stars on ones own steam if they ate a whole loaf of Kennedy’s bread.
Crumbs is all I can say…bit stale I know but it’s still early 
Isn’t it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!
Do they have to be woollen socks I wonder !.
…surely that would be Locketman???
I could never wear wooly socks, or any heavy type socks for that matter, they make my feet feel they are immersed in concrete for some reason, maybe they had those awful creamy white long surgical stockings on my Mother when she was giving birth to me and she developed an itch in her big toe, unable to scratch it she had to suffer it out, but by then the message had got through to the infant, beware of woolly socks me lad.
I only wear the thinnest socks available, even in severely cold weather, wherever ye be keep yer feet fresh and free.
True enough Pug me lad.
Locketman reminds me of a true event that happened in a small workshop in town, I was still an apprentice at the time and the man I was apprenticed to got in a fairly large ladies 18ct.gold locket in for repair, the anchor ring that holds the gold chain on had broken off. The locket was very old and was of great sentimental value to the owner, who was a wealthy regular customer to the shop.
Before he could put any heat to the piece in order to solder on a new ring he had to remove the two old photographs that were inside first, he did this (I was watching his every move as I was supposed to do) but he forgot to check around the inside rims of the locket where some folks keep a piece of hair belonging to a loved one who has passed on, I knew this because my granny had a bit of her Mother’s hair in an old silver locket she wore, when I mentioned this to him I got the “Who the f…k do you think your telling” look, and he proceeded to solder. then a tiny whiff of smoke and a weak sizzle and that was the bit of hair gone. Curses from yerman, then I said that I had noticed a bit of hair sticking out of the rim just before he vaporised it, and it was silver grey in colour, now all he had to do was go into the office and ask the old secretary Miss Byrne for a sprig of her lovely silver hair, he did, the job was finished and polished, the customer was happy and nobody was ever the wiser.
Well? don’t be looking at me, I was only a kid and I merely suggested a way out, the “Master” was the real culprit, and the grumpy old dastard never even thanked me.
Socks? Max Wall comes to mind. I used to do an impression of him at Christmas.
His character Prof. Walofski influenced John Cleese & his silly Walks sketch.
Came across this by accident, and you gave an introduction RJ to Mr Cleese, so leave the politics out of it. John has put some stack on, yes.
Or did I?
As for that accident ,somewhere in a far distance galaxy . sensible minded folk are singing 'a tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket etc with no thought for any othe B word…lucky b******s. .
Unlike the sainted Dave Allen and that delightful heathen Bill Connolly whose humour shows in their eyes, John Cleeses goes no further than his mouth .
Now how is that for a bit of feminine thinking .
I gather you are not in love with Mr. Fawlty then Solo.
I have to say that woman is lousy at interviewing, TV is lost for good interviewers since they lost Eamon Andrews, Michael Parkinson, and Terry Wogan.
John boy is certainly lashing on the weight, no more funny walks for him, he’d never get a leg above that belly of his.
I thought he was supposed to be broke, all the wives cleaned him out, down to his last 5 million and that’s really broke by his standards, yet he’s able to bugger off to a special caribbean island where the natives are ever so polite (probably have to bow to him on the street) and the schools teach the english in the old fashioned way, he’ll be hoping the local TV station shows old Monty Python episodes all day long, he was complaining that the BBC haven’t shown an episode in 12 years, no wonder he’s going.
To me there was always something sly and arrogant about the man, but to give him his due, Fawlty Towers was excellent comedy, and I enjoyed the film “Clockwork”.
…he’s NOT the Messiah,he’s a very naughty boy!..
On a trip to NZ a few years back John Cleese referred publicly to Palmerston North as the “Most boring town in the country”. Shortly after his departure Palmerston Nth opened a new rubbish dump and Named it officially “The Cleese Depot”.