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Comment on Coy TV Researchers Alert by Mike

Mike — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 16:28:26 +0000

I suggest getting all the TV producers into the Big Brother house. And then throwing away the keys.

Comment on Coy TV Researchers Alert by stroppybird

stroppybird — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 10:40:20 +0000

Daggi

Given the spat over at my blog re Falklands/Malvinas I would suggest

Jim D

Southpaw

Paddy the Puritan

oh and throw in Will for good measure

Comment on Coy TV Researchers Alert by Daggi

Daggi — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 09:52:57 +0000

But only, Strop, if Galloway, Jim D., Sean M., and Mark F./L. and the entire English section of Lutte Ouvriere are there too. That series of Big Brother would be one hell of a lock-in.

Comment on Coy TV Researchers Alert by stroppybird

stroppybird — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 08:29:55 +0000

But a version of “Big Brother” or ” I’m a celebrity get me out of here” made up of bloggies could be fun !!

Comment on Coy TV Researchers Alert by Southpawpunch

Southpawpunch — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 03:50:12 +0000

hear, hear

Comment on Wanted: A decent Eurovision entry by Kit

Kit — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:33:28 +0000

You will forever rot in a room with no doors!

Comment on Wanted: A decent Eurovision entry by Johnny Rook

Johnny Rook — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:17:45 +0000

I voted for it

Comment on Never mind the budget, here’s the… by John A

John A — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 19:50:13 +0000

Chumbawamba
A Man Walks into a Bar

A man walks into a bar
He Says, “Give me a Bacardi and Coke.”
The back of beyond repair
Welcomes the broken and the broke
The latter hitches a ride
On the back of second-hand smoke
And the man,
Well he’d be the punch line
It’s someone else’s joke

I’ll beat this drink
It’s a habit I’ll kick
Please help me now
I’m gonna be sick
Something hit me
I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi
I don’t want anymore

A man walks into a think-tank
Full of hooch and future sales
Mixing wish lists with extension plans
Re: Guantanamo Jail
Smell the solid beach
And a whiff of cannot fail
And a guilt trait shop with goblets
Dripping cutthroat cocktails
And they drink a toast to Florida
And all its air-conditioned hum
And they damn the health of Cuba
And they damn its bone fide rum
He sips a kalamata olive
Spits out the stone
And he mimics crushing people
Between forefinger and thumb

I’ll beat this drink
It’s a habit I’ll kick
Please help me now
I’m gonna be sick
Something hit me
I wound up on the floor
Damn This Bacardi
I don’t want anymore

The first man wakes up in the same bar
But it’s different as in a dream
In fact it’s someone else’s dream
Clean sheets & new regime
Fidel burns as Nero roams
Give the bar a zip code
See ya
See ya
See you
And it’s one more for the road

I’ll beat this drink
It’s a habit I’ll kick
Please help me now
I’m gonna be sick
Something hit me
I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi
I don’t want anymore

Clearly there are more apt songs but they don’t come to mind.

Comment on Socialist Bloggers Meetup II by Kit

Kit — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:58:55 +0000

Oh god no. I had one of those when I was 13 and the thing went off more bloody times than a teenage boy thinks about sex.

I’ll bring the staple gun, Volty.

Comment on Socialist Bloggers Meetup II by stroppybird

stroppybird — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:02:59 +0000

Can’t we get one that bleeps or something, bit like those keyrings for helping find keys (not that I have one, but I could do with one)?

Either that Volty, or you have to carry it all night