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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Rob Baker on September 07, 2016, 08:37:59 PM
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....as from tomorrow, for a fortnight.
Behave yourselves!
Nah... be very, very naughty. :D
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Damn, Rob, one of these days we'll synchronise these trips! My wife and I have just been discussing a possible trip at the end of next month. Are you heading for Albufeira? Sao Rafael? If so, leave a beer behind the bar for me!
Er...obviously, it would help if you told me WHICH bar....
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We should all synchronise. I'm in Portugal in three weeks time.
Where's everyone off to?
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Well, Rogers now off to Mexico! ;D ;D ;D
I'm just back from sunny Scotland, so no trips for me... :'(
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I have a live caricature gig in Morda tomorrow afternoon. It's at least a ten minute drive away. :\
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I have a live caricature gig in Morda tomorrow afternoon. It's at least a ten minute drive away. :\
You remind me of Brody from Jaws who contemplates showing his appendix scar to Hooper and Quint after they have bragged about their shark scars.
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Apparently, Spielberg allowed the actors to get drunk in that wonderful scene.
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Morda's really nice. :\
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Morda's really nice. :\
Like I said, Brody had the good sense to keep quiet.
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Doubt if he'd ever been to Morda.
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He probably feels he needs a bigger place.
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I suspect it's not a bigger place he needs...
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I may well finish the year off as a hermit.
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France at the end of September and the Caribbean at the end of November......counting the hours,
days and weeks to both!
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Whatever you're planning, have a fab time. (y)
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Oh well, as much as I'd love to go back to the wee farmhouse near Bordeira.
Kent (business), Dorset (business) Somewhere near Tain (holiday) all in September.
Kent (business) October.
Bologna (business) December.
And somewhere in between 115 holiday hours still to use, Bologna apart I might have to take December off.
Use em or lose em. :'(
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You could always have a staycation - that is when you stay home and watch movies or sit out in your garden. I would like a two-day LOTR movie extravaganza staycation.
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Apologies for absence, just back from three weeks in Crete, splendid as always.
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You always have to be different. 8)
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You always have to be different. 8)
Not deliberately, but I can live with it ;D
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Well, we're off on Wednesday to Portugal, and I'll be booby trapping all of Roger's haunts this time.
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Oh, and I'll be back on the 14th, and by then it'll be be only four days until the one-year anniversary of the topic I started last year pointing out that it was only 41 days until the 9-year anniversary of the board.
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Here.
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Are you in Albufeira again? I remember the last time you were there and I recommended the Aquario restaurant and a nearby pub just up the road. When I was there in June, my daughter and her partner treated me and the missus to a great meal for the ridiculous price of 12 euros a head for a 3-course meal with wine and coffee. I have no idea what the place was called so this is absolutely no help at all. Anyway, have a great time!
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No, this time we're about 10 miles further East. We might visit Albufeira on Monday.
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No, this time we're about 10 miles further East. We might visit Albufeira on Monday.
Quick, Roger! Contact the Aquario and tell them there's a picky veggie guy on his way!
;D
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No need. His photo's on the wall!
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Too late: the Aquario now has ground-to-Scottish missiles installed.
Anyway, having a sore throat, headache and something close to a chest infection has not stopped me dancing and bopping with my wife and daughter near the beach to live music. But on Sunday we stayed in, mostly, and during my daughter's afternoon nap, when I had to be quiet and not cough or even clear my throat, I decided that my wife and I could watch a film on our phones and headphones, and sensibly I chose Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein. Needless to say my wife slapped me several times.
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That's Fronkensteen...
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That's Fronkensteen...
;D
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ktmN0wvHQs
I was in tears and a coughing fit at this point.
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;D
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I first saw this wonderful film in Amsterdam with Andrew. As I've mentioned before, we'd gone there for a few days back in 1975---after the break-up of Andrew's marriage---to try and work out something we could collaborate on to secure some kind of future income. (It was there we decided to come up with a daily strip of some kind). Funnily enough, much as I enjoyed Young Frankenstein, I remember being desperate to see the movie that had been advertised to appear the following week. You'll probably never guess the title but it was about a large shark that terrorised the good people of Amity....
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Fantastic film. There's some great out-takes on YouTube, that I've watched several times now. Just looking at Marty Feldman cracks me up.
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I went to see it at a matinee showing in our local Odeon, in the days long before they carved it up into a multiplex cinema. So this was a massive auditorium with many hundreds of seats and an upper circle. It was also empty, other than for a handful of people dotted around, and me...on my own, enjoying a skive off school (I was 15) and, I thought, a good laugh at 'the pictures'.
It was anything but. I was terrified. Not by the film, but by the fact that once I'd chosen my seat in the empty stalls, as equidistant as possible from the handful of others in attendance that afternoon (as you do), and settled down as the lights went out, the usherette - a towering manly figure of a woman, with more than a trace of malevolent psychosis in her eye (she had moments earlier sold me a Zoom from her tray, whilst displaying an unnerving leer) sat in the seat directly behind me. Dozens of empty rows - hundreds of empty seats, and she sat directly behind me. I tried to ignore her, but she her laughter was loud, and matched her look. But the worst part was that she laughed at all the bits that weren't funny, and not when she was supposed to. That completely freaked me out! She laughed at the wrong bits!
After about an hour of this, I escaped to the toilet, and didn't come out again until I heard the film's closing music, and made a run for the exit. I still don't know how the film ends, and remember precious little about the hour I did watch. But I'll never forget that usherette's face...or her laugh. If it wasn't an utterly absurd notion, I would suspect that she was on Mel Brooks's payroll... :o :-\ ..0 :(
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I also have a great film theater story. It involves a good mate, a German adult cinema and a pretty empty auditorium.
Mibbe for another time...
(y)
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Mibbe for another time...
(y)
Like the 70s.
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The usherette probably did it to everyone. She probably had a bet going to see how long you would last. Or perhaps you were just in her seat.
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Typical Portuguese helpfulness.
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Have they not deported you yet?
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I'm hiding under a hat.
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Have they not deported you yet?
They tried. Englandshire refused to take him back. Apparently they invoked a little used Euro clause, "Last Coutry Keepsie"