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The Flaming Lips may not be on many people's lists of the best bands on earth, but their live shows are legendary. Typically, the night starts off with the lead singer coming out and crowd-surfing in a large hamster excercise ball: Then they do the balloons/glitter thing: And once the dust settles you realise there are a whole pile of fuckers dressed up as Father Christmas dancing on one side of the stage, and a bunch of babes dressed as pixies on the other: Add to this the fact that their roadies are all dressed in superhero outfits, and you have all the ingredients for a very unusual evening indeed. The last time I saw them, a girl dressed as Wonder Woman randomly wandered on stage in the middle of a song, took a photo, wandered off and no-one batted an eyelid.

Crowded House. Neil Finn is a genius. At their live gigs they change the set every night, take all sorts of requests from the audience (I once saw them attempt Pretty Vacant in Dublin :biggrin:), and the banter amongst the band members & with the crowd is usually very funny.

Are you Barry Ferguson?

I would say it's fine. I think the cheeky chappie below showed us all the benifits of having a couple of crafty snifters early in the day. What a legend. :biggrin:

'Natural Wonders of the World' 10/10. Oh yeah. 'Real Big Racks' gets the same score. ;) (Am I in the right thread?)

Gentemen. I give you the lovely, fragrant Betty Stove, the utterly delightful Virginia Wade or, for the more adventurous, that lanky bloke on the left, who I think is distantly related to the queen.

Since I've bumped this thread from 3 wks ago, I feel as if I should include the pic below, for completeness.

Am I allowed to say most of the birds in the 'Aintree Slags' thread? I'd unhesitatingly play hide the sausage with a good 75% of them ;)

Maybe non-smokers could take 'wank breaks' when all the smokers go outside for a fag? OK, it might not take as long as smoking a cigarette, but, hey, short-sightedness is better than cancer, surely...

There's a Czech film called 'Kolya' that is the fuckin' bee's knees. It's about this middle-aged, beergutted bloke who reluctantly agrees to look after a little Russian kid for a fee, whilst the kid's mother fucks off aboad to make some money on the game or something. This old geezer couldn't give a fuck about the kid: he regards him as a bit of an irritant getting in the way of him trying to shag a bird in the local orchestra. There is one great 'upskirt' scene where the old guy uses a violin bow to lift up the dress of this girl he fancies to try and catch a glimpse of her knickers. All the while the old guy is telling the little Russian kid what a shithole his mother Russia is ('Ah, you Russians like our Czech tea, I notice,' he says when the starving/petrified little nipper takes a sip from a cup). Anyway, what I'm trying to say is the film consciously avoids any Hollywood-type schmaltz. The guy really does not want the kid around, but somehow they develop some sort of bond - bit like blokes who don't get on but stand their ground against each other and eventually develop a grudging respect and ultimately end up good mates. I should point out that the authorities are also on to the old guy, because what he's doing (taking money and pretending the kid is his) is/was a form of illegal trade. So there are some funny scenes when the police/social social workers interview him about the kid. So...at the end the kid's mother comes back and takes the little boy away. Just like that. No big contrived tearjerking manipulation, nothing. I challenge anyone not to be a bit emotionally moved when the kid is simply taken off the guy, without any ceremony. Remember, he's an ugly, fat failure in his 40s (no wife, no kids) who somehow, for once in his life, built up a real, proper relationship with the irritating little bugger over the course of the film. It won an Oscar for best foreign film about 20 yrs ago, but is subtitled, so, naturally, no-one's ever seen it.

Ha! 'Grow a pair.' I presume you mean grow a pair of bollocks, or did you mean grow a pair of girly breasts? To be honest, if I grew a pair of breasts I'd most certainly never leave the house. I'd be too busy playing with them.

I know I'm new round here and no-one knows me from a bar of soap, but sorry to hear about this. What a shame you didn't take the typed copy as well.

The most quickly I've ever got pissed was when I went drinking with someone first thing in the morning after working a night shift. We (my workmate and I) heard something on local radio about them doing their breakfast show from a pub, so when we finished work at 7am we barrelled on down there & ordered pints. Fuck me, we were hammered after a couple. I think it was because our stomachs were completely empty (well, that's my excuse...) - I'd eaten my sandwiches at about 2am and had had nothing since. Anyway, the looks we got from the people in the pub who thought we actually going to, rather than coming from work, were priceless. :biggrin:

What do you reckon?

Does anyone remember the British Comedy Awards (I think it was) when Uncle Albert was leaving the stage and executed a perfect comedy fall? Brilliant, it was. Chaplainesque. He went down in a split-second, like someone falling in a manhole. Everyone laughed, then they came back from an ad break and said it wasn't a stunt, but not to worry, he should be OK...

Interesting 50:50 split on the spelling of ass/arse in this thread so far. To me, this is an ass: And THIS is an arse:

Actually, if any of the ladies on the forum happen to have a map of Tassie on them, I'd be quite interested in seeing it. Tip: I anyone's going to Australia on holiday, here's a great way to meet girls: just go up to them and say, 'Can I see your map of Tassie?' and you won't go far wrong...;)

I would, especially after a couple of beers. Is there such a thing as 'microphone envy'? If so, I've got it...

Did anyone else open up this thread and expect it to be about relieving yourself with the aid of bathroom cleansing products?

I like the idea of a farmhouse ale. There's something dirty about the word 'farmhouse.'

Just watched this. It's turning into a Big Brother-type show-off fest for media wannabes, with 'Siralan' deciding who gets evicted instead of a public vote. And I get the impression Sugar is deliberately not firing the wankers, because he knows keeping loudmouth confrontationalists on the show makes better TV. You'd think at least they'd put some gorgeous babes on there. I like the blonde, but I would want to do a leg count before going near her...

I love Private Eye. Best read on the bog. I'm going back a good few years, but 'Dear Bill' was hilarious.

Just out of interest - why do you have to do an essay in longhand? I thought everyone typed everything these days. Is someone going to do a handwriting analysis on you? If so, I think they say forward-slanting handwriting indicates you're very confident, but backward-slanting indicates you're, er, not confident. Or something like that. Also, putting a little circle instead of a dot over the letter 'i' indicates that you are a page 3 girl.

I would say yes. Basically, there's always going to be a heirarchy at school, which was probably based on brute strength rather than anything else. So, if you randomly meet someone in a bar who you last saw in your class some years ago, and this guy... a) used to be a big cheese at school b) is someone you didn't really like that much c) has a fuckable wife/gf/partner d) suddenly isn't so much above you these days ...then I'd say the woman in question is fair game. Mind you, having said all that, I would probably unhesitatingly fuck the wife/gf/partner of my best friend...