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Offline Tarquin Thunderthighs lll

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Re: Epeva Nia'ish.
« Reply #15 on: July 13, 2010, 09:22:49 PM »
yes it will be a diatribe soon
yes shy Anne used to live next door

Was she a member of the Dia Tribe?
I apologise, in advance.

Joan

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Re: Epeva Nia'ish.
« Reply #16 on: July 17, 2010, 05:53:57 AM »
Good one, TT. You made me smile.

Malc

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Re: Epeva Nia'ish.
« Reply #17 on: July 18, 2010, 11:24:19 AM »
Guess what was on Movie Classics last night?

Ulzana's Raid.

Did I watch an aging Burt Lancaster play an aging indian scout for the umpteenth time? Yer darn tootin'.

"Hatin' Apache is like hatin' the desert 'cause there's no water in it..."

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Re: Epeva Nia'ish.
« Reply #18 on: July 18, 2010, 12:58:24 PM »
As you know, Malc, one of my favourite films of all time.

Malc

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Re: Epeva Nia'ish.
« Reply #19 on: July 18, 2010, 10:24:41 PM »
I happened upon it by accident, whilst channel flicking. I tend to stop clicking whenever I see a Western-style scene, hoping it'll be a classic John Wayne, and when I saw the title, I stopped and said 'oh good one' much to my wife and kids consternation.
I don't commandeer the remote control, as a rule, but when I do the room is filled with groans from the wife and boys, who immediately turn their attention to the laptops or the computer in my office, and leave me alone for an hour or so.

I'm reminded constantly of that series within a series that the Two Ronnies produced about a world which was taken over by women who goose-stepped through little country villages where men were forced to dress in pinnies and do the washing up. The women wore SS-style black leather gear, consisting of tight-fitting bodices and hot pants (naturally) and even though the now subservient men wore the symbols of female subjugation, they were still allowed to smoke pipes.

It was a classic case of fear-of-castration complex in Ronnie Barker, of course, but it worked quite well, and considering my views on the feminization of TV, oddly prophetic.
Oh, I forgot to mention that in the series, the men resisted the occupation by secretly holding showings of John Wayne films in the upstairs room of the  local pub.