classic33
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Exorcism's Today!
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Can’t help you there, because I disagree. It wasn’t the height of wit, and it certainly had its problems,
View: https://youtu.be/4H6Ux3l75Rc
(With 10M views, this one shouldn’t be going anywhere #stopdeletingvideos)
but it was plenty funny enough to qualify as funny.
View: https://youtu.be/yIv1XO10ccs
Proves your point more than mine, but at least there was a bike. It's actually quite a sweet episode.
For the record, I rate the following far higher:
The Larry Sanders Show
Arrested Development
Peep Show
The Sopranos(!)
It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia
Modern Family
Community
The Simpsons (not all 100 years of it)
The Office (both UK and US versions)
I stopped at ten, just because, but this isn’t an exhaustive list.
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Is there a US version of Peep Show? 😟
[Confession - this is a tolerant thread, right? - I still think Friends S1 is good fun. Good pacey dialogue, from those innocent days before the age of post-ironic everything. If you wanted high-brow, you could watch Frasier.
Joey: And you never knew she was a lesbian?
Ross: No! Okay? Why does everyone keep fixating on that? She didn't know. How should I know?
Chandler: Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian. [everyone looks at him] Did I say that out loud?
]
[Confession - this is a tolerant thread, right? - I still think Friends S1 is good fun. Good pacey dialogue, from those innocent days before the age of post-ironic everything. If you wanted high-brow, you could watch Frasier.
Joey: And you never knew she was a lesbian?
Ross: No! Okay? Why does everyone keep fixating on that? She didn't know. How should I know?
Chandler: Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian. [everyone looks at him] Did I say that out loud?
]
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I hope so!
Looks there there was a Gender-swapped US Peep Show [they mean sex –Ed.] in the works. Don’t know what’s happened with that. There’s also a US pilot from half a dozen years ago which I’m afraid to watch.
Speaking of Matt LeBlanc (and David Crane, also co-creator of Friends), Episodes was excellent. Nice mix of UK/US.
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OK - I thought your Top 10 was all US shows. Didn't realised you'd sneaked the UK Peep Show in there.
(you didn't have to do that, just because this is a UK-centric forum. But we appreciate the thought.)
Talking of migrations; I've seen one US Office, and it was very good. Very different to the original, but in a good way.
(you didn't have to do that, just because this is a UK-centric forum. But we appreciate the thought.)
Talking of migrations; I've seen one US Office, and it was very good. Very different to the original, but in a good way.
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I did say the list wasn’t exhaustive! The Thick of It, Spaced, Catastrophe, Fleabag, Brass Eye, How Do You Want Me, Alan Partridge, Detectorists (one of my all time favourites), I could go on…
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Starting when I was about Regan's age, I spent five long years delivering that newspaper every day of the week. Come to think of it, that’s probably the most stable job I’ve had. And I got to ride my bike.
Oh, to be guest editor for a day, like I’ve been at so many other fine publications since then.
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classic33
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Are exorcisms common round those parts?
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It looks like CycleChat could use an exorcist.
The minister of our church (yes I was a church-going lad, by matriarchal decree) was Reverend Grimm. Cadaverous, with a wispy halo of hair and fingers possessed of gout, a repentant drinker of the demon rum, he would have been well cast for such a role. The closest he came to pea soup was at the supermarket.
His replacement was the gentleman in the red tie below. I don’t recall any such excitement on his watch, either.
There’s a guy in Cleveland who can do the job for you. He’s on LinkedIn.
The minister of our church (yes I was a church-going lad, by matriarchal decree) was Reverend Grimm. Cadaverous, with a wispy halo of hair and fingers possessed of gout, a repentant drinker of the demon rum, he would have been well cast for such a role. The closest he came to pea soup was at the supermarket.
His replacement was the gentleman in the red tie below. I don’t recall any such excitement on his watch, either.
There’s a guy in Cleveland who can do the job for you. He’s on LinkedIn.
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Reverend Grimm, and we, were Methodist, a denomination borne from John Wesley’s frustration with the Church of England’s lax attitude to witch dunking [citation needed].
Unsure if Catholics have cornered the market on exorcism, I did a bit of digging and came up with this document:
Which would be enough to put any self-respecting demon to sleep.
One of the views set forth:
Sounds eminently sensible. The working party went on to offer interim guidelines which we needn’t go into detail here. They saw a problem – people scared out of their wits by a film with a good little girl saying very naughty things indeed – and responded in methodical fashion.
As for casting the deplorables into a herd of swine, that would be an ecumenical matter.
Unsure if Catholics have cornered the market on exorcism, I did a bit of digging and came up with this document:
Which would be enough to put any self-respecting demon to sleep.
One of the views set forth:
Sounds eminently sensible. The working party went on to offer interim guidelines which we needn’t go into detail here. They saw a problem – people scared out of their wits by a film with a good little girl saying very naughty things indeed – and responded in methodical fashion.
As for casting the deplorables into a herd of swine, that would be an ecumenical matter.
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To anyone stopping in, cheers. As a way of saying thanks, this is one of the few British expressions I’ve picked up in my quarter century in the UK. My previous exposure to that word was largely confined to a certain Boston bar.
It still doesn’t quite come naturally. Whenever I hear it from an American I wonder to what extent they’re an Anglophile who has always longed to say ‘schedule’ with a soft ch.
‘Blimey’ is another of those words that doesn’t roll off this tongue. In fact I doubt I’ve ever said it aloud, much less “cor blimey”, which is mandatory for anyone putting on an exaggerated British accent.
Your average Brit is better at accents than your average Yank. I’m sorry, is Brit an insult? The Urban Dictionary says it might be, but that most of you couldn’t care less. I don’t use it that often. Raise your hand if you think I have a cheek.
CC is so big, this thread is my American-themed pub off a quiet side street. I’ve just redecorated – would you like a tour? Your bikes are safe outside, the street urchins will keep an eye on them.
The bar is made of wood from a tree sat in by a Newbury bypass protester. It's a piece of history, innit.
The stools have been serviced by a qualified mechanic.
The bar menu includes hamburgers fit for a king, hot dogs fit for a knave, apple pie fit for pie-eating contests, and for gourmands, vinaigrette on something chosen randomly by the cook. Help yourself to free refills of root beer. In fact I’m thinking of putting a root beer fountain in the courtyard.
Public conveniences include a Gents, Ladies, and I'm Feeling Lucky.
We've got a jukebox
chess
View: https://youtu.be/e-FBLoEPhxA
and a dartboard.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07FdVcspOfQ&t=2m25s
There’s a map on the wall in the office, to remind me of where I plan to retire.
It still doesn’t quite come naturally. Whenever I hear it from an American I wonder to what extent they’re an Anglophile who has always longed to say ‘schedule’ with a soft ch.
‘Blimey’ is another of those words that doesn’t roll off this tongue. In fact I doubt I’ve ever said it aloud, much less “cor blimey”, which is mandatory for anyone putting on an exaggerated British accent.
Your average Brit is better at accents than your average Yank. I’m sorry, is Brit an insult? The Urban Dictionary says it might be, but that most of you couldn’t care less. I don’t use it that often. Raise your hand if you think I have a cheek.
CC is so big, this thread is my American-themed pub off a quiet side street. I’ve just redecorated – would you like a tour? Your bikes are safe outside, the street urchins will keep an eye on them.
The bar is made of wood from a tree sat in by a Newbury bypass protester. It's a piece of history, innit.
The stools have been serviced by a qualified mechanic.
The bar menu includes hamburgers fit for a king, hot dogs fit for a knave, apple pie fit for pie-eating contests, and for gourmands, vinaigrette on something chosen randomly by the cook. Help yourself to free refills of root beer. In fact I’m thinking of putting a root beer fountain in the courtyard.
Public conveniences include a Gents, Ladies, and I'm Feeling Lucky.
We've got a jukebox
chess
View: https://youtu.be/e-FBLoEPhxA
and a dartboard.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07FdVcspOfQ&t=2m25s
There’s a map on the wall in the office, to remind me of where I plan to retire.
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classic33
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You'll do yourself a mischief on that barstool, both cranks on the same side. Natural movement would be one after the other, not both legs on treadles.
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Forgot to add, we close early when there’s a full moon.
And every night is ladies’ night. (We don’t check genitalia.) I was concerned that might send the wrong message, but decided @mudsticks, if she ever stops back, probably wouldn’t be offended. It just means they get to pick the music.
View: https://youtu.be/LjG7-5kbevo
The problem with that would be, the more inebriated patrons might start thinking they can ride out on them and topple over. I’m not insured for that. Trackstanding unicyclists are welcome at the bar though, provided they sign a waiver.
Due to the somewhat virtual nature of this establishment, I’ve remained open since the start of the pandemic. That doesn’t mean I’m always around. Sometimes I’m in the back napping, or trying to teach myself useful skills on YouTube,
View: https://youtu.be/rLMa7ph-pdU
Not quite ready to pull the trigger
or escorting Chompsky to a demonstration to encourage his political engagement,
or off on a ride into the hills.
There’s an honor system (US spelling is allowed here; we choose at it amuses us) if you want to serve yourself a pint.
And every night is ladies’ night. (We don’t check genitalia.) I was concerned that might send the wrong message, but decided @mudsticks, if she ever stops back, probably wouldn’t be offended. It just means they get to pick the music.
View: https://youtu.be/LjG7-5kbevo
The problem with that would be, the more inebriated patrons might start thinking they can ride out on them and topple over. I’m not insured for that. Trackstanding unicyclists are welcome at the bar though, provided they sign a waiver.
Due to the somewhat virtual nature of this establishment, I’ve remained open since the start of the pandemic. That doesn’t mean I’m always around. Sometimes I’m in the back napping, or trying to teach myself useful skills on YouTube,
View: https://youtu.be/rLMa7ph-pdU
Not quite ready to pull the trigger
or escorting Chompsky to a demonstration to encourage his political engagement,
or off on a ride into the hills.
There’s an honor system (US spelling is allowed here; we choose at it amuses us) if you want to serve yourself a pint.
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Got up quite early this morning as I couldn’t sleep, as usual. (Word is I don't try hard enough.) Rather than toss and turn, I opted to go for a road trip instead, if a dozen miles counts.
I like riding at night because a) less traffic and fewer huffing & puffing ramblers in these times of suspect aerosols, b) I can sing if necessary, and c) I can weave all over the damn road, which sometimes comes in handy when going up a steep hill.
I don’t usually have a theme for my rides – Just Ride is good enough – but a few minutes out I remembered that there’s an American diner not far away that I’ve only ever driven past; 4 in the morning seemed ideal for a visit.
What's this?
The Baxters might want to rethink their welcome mat. Walking on the stars and stripes calls for a citizen's arrest, at the very least.
Their doorman is the Man of Steel. He must have used his X-ray vision to confound my shot, which explains the gauzy bands.
Note that Lady Liberty's mask doesn't cover her nose.
Click here for properly lit interior shots and LOTS of pictures of food, as well as reviews. "Not what is was," complained a patron last month. "The milkshakes now come in a plastic glass like the ones in McDonald's..." As if milkshakes in plastic weren't bad enough, "Now they don't even come with a flag on top."
Nearby is a village hall where vaccines are being administered. As I approached to have a peek through the windows, looking for who knows what (I think I wanted to see how far apart the chairs were), I attracted the attention of a security guard.
We had a very nice chat, exchanged places of origin (Oban for him), and went our respective ways: him back to protecting those precious precious bottles, me down the road to my second and final stop on this extravaganza of a themed ride.
School Hill was steep enough in the dark that I opted to walk down part of it. I'm not a fan of going swiftly downhill even when hospitals aren't chock-a-block.
Not a word of a lie, my iPod Shuffle/karaoke machine then served up:
View: https://youtu.be/RLMkaoC6fNw
If you don't want to hit play, that's a lively song about dodging death (and finding love, natch).
I arrived at my final destination. A little too far away for flash photography
stood Bateman's, home to the exceedingly rich Kiplings.
Rudyard's wife Carrie was from the States, and they both lived in Vermont for a while. Regrets, there would be a few.
Rud now commands a fine view of Burwash high street,
shrugging off would-be kidnappers and perhaps daydreaming of Mandalay.
I like riding at night because a) less traffic and fewer huffing & puffing ramblers in these times of suspect aerosols, b) I can sing if necessary, and c) I can weave all over the damn road, which sometimes comes in handy when going up a steep hill.
I don’t usually have a theme for my rides – Just Ride is good enough – but a few minutes out I remembered that there’s an American diner not far away that I’ve only ever driven past; 4 in the morning seemed ideal for a visit.
What's this?
The Baxters might want to rethink their welcome mat. Walking on the stars and stripes calls for a citizen's arrest, at the very least.
Their doorman is the Man of Steel. He must have used his X-ray vision to confound my shot, which explains the gauzy bands.
Note that Lady Liberty's mask doesn't cover her nose.
Click here for properly lit interior shots and LOTS of pictures of food, as well as reviews. "Not what is was," complained a patron last month. "The milkshakes now come in a plastic glass like the ones in McDonald's..." As if milkshakes in plastic weren't bad enough, "Now they don't even come with a flag on top."
Nearby is a village hall where vaccines are being administered. As I approached to have a peek through the windows, looking for who knows what (I think I wanted to see how far apart the chairs were), I attracted the attention of a security guard.
We had a very nice chat, exchanged places of origin (Oban for him), and went our respective ways: him back to protecting those precious precious bottles, me down the road to my second and final stop on this extravaganza of a themed ride.
School Hill was steep enough in the dark that I opted to walk down part of it. I'm not a fan of going swiftly downhill even when hospitals aren't chock-a-block.
Not a word of a lie, my iPod Shuffle/karaoke machine then served up:
View: https://youtu.be/RLMkaoC6fNw
If you don't want to hit play, that's a lively song about dodging death (and finding love, natch).
I arrived at my final destination. A little too far away for flash photography
stood Bateman's, home to the exceedingly rich Kiplings.
Rudyard's wife Carrie was from the States, and they both lived in Vermont for a while. Regrets, there would be a few.
Rud now commands a fine view of Burwash high street,
shrugging off would-be kidnappers and perhaps daydreaming of Mandalay.
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European robin redbreasts are so much cuter than American robins. Do Americans envy us our robin redbreasts?
