A Friday Evening Ramble...

[Rob Baker]

Career discusions between Beau and Dennis from Feb'81:

Beau:  Y'know Dennis, it's funny how life turns out.  I remember as a young lad in music class dreaming of being a great conductor.
Dennis:  I suppose the one-man buses put an end to all that.

Beau:  What do you think you'd be doing now, Dennis, if you weren't in the Legion?
Dennis:  Oh, I don't know. I was always pretty good with my hands.  Probably a pick-pocket.

Beau:  Y'know Dennis, I sometimes feel that life has passed me by.  But for one cruel twist of fate, I could have been a concert pianist!
Dennis:  What was that?
Beau :  I couldn't play the piano.

Beau:  Where did you work before you joined up, Pierre?
Mad Pierre:  A slaughterhouse.
Beau:  That's...er...nice. What happened?
Mad Pierre:  I got sacked after two hours. I was enjoying myself - I'd slaughtered about a hundred but turns out there was a machine I should've been using.

 

[Malc]

I dont soppose for 1 minute it was due to a lack of skill.

You soppose wrong, I was known as Golden Boots.

Mind you, that stopped when they brought in those wider continental-style urinals.

[Mince]

I dont soppose for 1 minute it was due to a lack of skill.

You soppose wrong, I was known as Golden Boots.

Mind you, that stopped when they brought in those wider continental-style urinals.

 

[The Peepmaster]

I dont soppose for 1 minute it was due to a lack of skill.

You soppose wrong, I was known as Golden Boots.

Mind you, that stopped when they brought in those wider continental-style urinals.

 

(I laughed more than Mince).

[Mince]

You crawler! Talk about licking someone's boots! Or perhaps not . . . in this case.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

You crawler! Talk about licking someone's boots! Or perhaps not . . . in this case.

[The Peepmaster]

You crawler! Talk about licking someone's boots! Or perhaps not . . . in this case.