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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Tarquin Thunderthighs lll on September 04, 2007, 11:07:01 PM
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Discuss.
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I'm into ceramics so I'd have to say "throwing a pot".
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I believe that is still a trial Olympic event. The debate still rages regarding the electric-powered wheel versus the traditional treadmill.
But I'm curious, Peepsie - in what way are you "into ceramics"?
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I believe that is still a trial Olympic event. The debate still rages regarding the electric-powered wheel versus the traditional treadmill.
But I'm curious, Peepsie - in what way are you "into ceramics"?
My late father was a highly respected potter. http://homepage.ntlworld.com/psutherland/briansutherland/index.htm (http://homepage.ntlworld.com/psutherland/briansutherland/index.htm)
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Ah, yes - this I knew already. I've visited the site before and there's some exceptionally fine work on display. I really like his paintings also. Particularly fascinating is the one of you in 1955. I wish I could say you haven't changed a bit, but it's a lovely painting.
Some delightful and very creative fancy dress costumes also...
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Ah, yes - this I knew already. I've visited the site before and there's some exceptionally fine work on display. I really like his paintings also. Particularly fascinating is the one of you in 1955. I wish I could say you haven't changed a bit, but it's a lovely painting.
Some delightful and very creative fancy dress costumes also...
I look younger there! Those Fancy Dress outfits were amazing looking back. Dad would spend weeks creating outfits using papier mache etc. I was too young to appreciate it. Many years later, not long before he died, he was in a bookshop flicking through a book on the history of Broadstairs, and there was a photo of us (my twin and I), in one of the costumes. He bought me a copy.
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Discuss.
This would have to be the marathon.
Many a time in my youth I would take part in a cross country run. I would say I was rather good at it. In my first year a senior school the whole school would take part and I came thirtieth. On taking off my pymsole off blood poured out. I had run nearly the whole race with a serious cut foot. I was carried back to school and the following day the headmaster used me as an example as how we soldier on under adversity.
This you will say is not a throwing event. I disagree. Many a time I have seen marathon runners throwing up at the side of the road.
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I was the most talented in my school for "Avoiding the Marathon" and "Running So Slowly as to be Indistinguishable from Walking".
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Hurling the plimsoll/plimsol/plimsole (there are three different spellings, and you still got it wrong ;D ) would be interesting. A bit like welly-wanging I imagine.
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Hurling the plimsoll/plimsol/plimsole (there are three different spellings, and you still got it wrong ;D ) would be interesting. A bit like welly-wanging I imagine.
Using the Urdu spelling of the word.
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Hurling the plimsoll/plimsol/plimsole (there are three different spellings, and you still got it wrong ;D ) would be interesting. A bit like welly-wanging I imagine.
Using the Urdo spelling of the word.
I'm intrigued. Would you mean 'Urdu' or Undo'?
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either will do
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Do you think that one day Poter will use full stops?
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Do you think that one day Poter will use full stops?
could do
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TT111 do you think I have got mince upset yet. I keep trying
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Why would you want to do that, Peter? Apart from the obvious fun, that is.
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Discuss.
Am I the only one who got Tarky's original joke or did everyone get it and simply ignore it? I fear the latter.
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Discuss.
Am I the only one who got Tarky's original joke or did everyone get it and simply ignore it? I fear the latter.
Read it both ways and thought it to trivial to comment.
Thought he was trying to catch me out. Checked it in dictionary. I was right to look it said "to examine in detail. To dispel as a bottle of wine."
When is read that I knew he had misspelled it.
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You need to try harder, Petor.
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Tantrum, a la Linford.
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Sigh!
Thank you, Roger.
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Oh!
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Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.
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Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.
Remember it, Roger - I relive it every night before I go to sleep. Especially the bit where I told Lloyd Honeyghan if he didn't stop acting like a git I'd show him the door. Then there was Maria - both of them...
What a night!
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Hey, Tarks---remember where we were 20 years ago? Wasn't it in September 1987 that we were strutting our stuff in Stringfellows? Well, maybe not strutting. More like shuffling our stuff.
Was Tarks dancing.
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Yes, Tarks, please tell us: were you dancing Roger?
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A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
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I may have danced.
Don't you have people to do that for you?
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A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
Was that befor or after his scaffold pole dance
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Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
Is that who he was? I thought he was in Eastenders.
Did I dance? Pfffft! I was still in my 20's, played football three times a week and could Pogo with the best of them. I recall Roger was handing out money that night (some of it real), the gents' toilets (and no doubt the ladies' also) had trays of complimentary prophylactics, and you could still smoke anywhere you wanted. Those were heady, hedonistic times!
There were so many Page 3 (sorry - Page 5...it was the Daily Star) wannabes there that it looked like a plastic surgeon's convention, and by the end of the night I was desperate to remind myself of what a real woman looked like. I didn't have to wait long, as my taxi took me to my hotel in King's Cross for the night.
Just before I left Stringfellows, I was propositioned and invited to carry on the festivities at a 'private party'. They seemed like a very nice bunch of lads, but I declined politely, and never wore that shirt again, nor rolled up my jacket sleeves like a Miami Vice extra.
That London. What is it like?!!
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A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
Stalag 9, Pontins, Burnham-on-Sea, June 18th 1987....
(http://mysite.orange.co.uk/honestabdul/images/2-picture.jpg?0.37083413439262325)
(http://mysite.orange.co.uk/honestabdul/images/3-picture.jpg?0.1968437650372361)
How The Star reported the Stringfellows bash:
(http://mysite.orange.co.uk/honestabdul/images/1-picture.jpg?0.3071276186149917)
And to prove I was there too, here's my invite...
(http://mysite.orange.co.uk/honestabdul/images/5-picture.jpg?0.16324622621730744)
(http://mysite.orange.co.uk/honestabdul/images/4-picture.jpg?0.5636026656666397)
PS....I may accidently put up some photos of hoards of screaming autograph hunters stalking their prey at Pontins, unless I recieve a brown envelope stuffed with used fivers by first post tomorow. I'm not a blackmailer - it's such an ugly word. Though not as ugly as 'carbuncle'.
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Rob, you don't post very often, but when you do, wham, your right in there with all the info.
Anything else you'd like to share about Mr's Kettle & Christine?
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Rob, you don't post very often, but when you do, wham, your right in there with all the info.
Anything else you'd like to share about Mr's Kettle & Christine?
And you two guys might have looked a wee bit happier during your signing.
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Were the Pontin's prison shirts compulsory?
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Were the Pontin's prison shirts compulsory?
That was the same shirt I stopped wearing after the Stringfellows do (I kid you not - although mine was a peppermint green stripe). Such slaves to fashion we were back then.
Thanks for the memories, Rob - I still have my invitation too...er...somewhere.
By the way, in answer to Vulture's question on another thread, the bearded one.
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Rob, as I've said before, scoff if you like----I wasn't the one who turned up at that Pontin's camp dressed as a **!*!** camel!
Great memories.
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Was Rob the Bactrian camel at Stringfellows, Roger?
No, wait - that was Maria...
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Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
Is that who he was? I thought he was in Eastenders.
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There were so many Page 3 (sorry - Page 5...it was the Daily Star) wannabes there that it looked like a plastic surgeon's convention, and by the end of the night I was desperate to remind myself of what a real woman looked like. IKing's Cross for the night.
Just before I left Stringfellows, I was propositioned and invited to carry on the festivities at a 'private party'. They seemed like a very nice bunch of lads, but I declined politely, and never wore that shirt again, nor rolled up my jacket sleeves like a Miami Vice extra.
That London. What is it like?!!
You mean you actual meet Doris.
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No names, no pack drill!
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Rob, you don't post very often, but when you do, wham, your right in there with all the info. Anything else you'd like to share about Mr's Kettle & Christine?
Loads Colin, but I daren't. You need to be wary of the Scotish mafia - I'll probably find a haggis's head in the bed.
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Rob, you don't post very often, but when you do, wham, your right in there with all the info. Anything else you'd like to share about Mr's Kettle & Christine?
Loads Colin, but I daren't. You need to be wary of the Scotish mafia - I'll probably find a haggis's head in the bed.
Rob - you have to be the official biographers of those two ne'er-do-wells once they've popped their mortal clogs. Damn it - you should be running this website!
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Rob, you don't post very often, but when you do, wham, your right in there with all the info. Anything else you'd like to share about Mr's Kettle & Christine?
Loads Colin, but I daren't. You need to be wary of the Scotish mafia - I'll probably find a haggis's head in the bed.
Rob - you have to be the official biographers of those two ne'er-do-wells once they've popped their mortal clogs. Damn it - you should be running this website!
Is that because you don't feel up to it anymore Peepmaster?
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No, I suddenly feel remarkably under-qualified!
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I'll write Roger's biography: My days as The Master!
Mind you, he'll probably just regenerate and write it himself.
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Rob - you have to be the official biographers of those two ne'er-do-wells once they've popped their mortal clogs. Damn it - you should be running this website!
Cheers Peepsie, don't know about that, but when I win the Lottery I'm going to fund a new Beau Peep Book. And then an antholigy - a classy book for every year since '78 with every strip ever published. My collection of cuttings is getting a bit dog-eared now.
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No, I suddenly feel remarkably under-qualified!
I am sure you are just being modest that's not like you peeps
I have been watching
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Damn - that edit accreditation gave it away. Hope no-one notices. Is this YOUR doing, Mincey?
I am a complete Nancy, by the way.
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No, I suddenly feel remarkably under-qualified!
I am sure you are just being modest that's not like you peeps
I have been watching films of naked ladies all morning
This shows that the patients are loose. You prove that point in your usual expansive way, Peeps.
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It always puts in who edits the post. There is a way round it, but you need to know how to use a MySQL database. (That's something that I know how to do but I would never abuse such power.)
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It always puts in who edits the post. There is a way round it, but you need to know how to use a MySQL database. (That's something that I know how to do but I would never abuse such power.)
No, of course you wouldn't.