Screens on their ends, one need look no further than a tall, undisciplined, Innovative and surreal comedy group that turned the BBC and cinema If there is a progenitor to credit (or blame!) for Monty Python, the Let's face it - they're the only ones who COULD in a place like this.Īlright, but APART from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health.In the Old Days We Used to Make Our Own Fun
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Yeah, they certainly know how to keep order. Yeah! Yeah, that's something we'd really miss, Reg, if the Romans left.Īnd it's safe to walk in the streets at night now, Reg. Yeah, well obviously the roads! I mean, the roads go without saying, don't they? But APART from sanitation, the aquaducts and the roads. Remember what the city USED to be like.Īlright, I'll grant you the aquaduct and the sanitation. And what have they ever given us in return? They've bled us white, the bastards! They've taken everything we ever had! And not just from us, but from our fathers, and from our father's fathers!Īnd from our father's father's father's fathers.Īlright Stan, don't labour the point. One more time, mate! I'll take you to the fuckin' cleaners! Oh, you're not so bad yourself, conk-face. Say that once more - I'll smash your bloody face in!īetter keep listening might be a bit about 'Blessed are the Big Noses'. See? If you 'adn't been goin' on, we'd 'ave 'eard that, 'Big Nose'! Well, obviously, it's not meant to be taken literally - it refers to any manufacturer of. What's so special about the cheese-makers? I think it was: 'Blessed are the cheese-makers'! I don't know I was too busy talkin' to 'Big Nose'. I was only askin' 'er to shut up, so we can 'ear what he's sayin', 'Big Nose'. Well, go and talk to 'im somewhere else! I can't 'ear a bloody thing! You was pickin' it, while you was talkin' to that lady!ĭo you mind? I can't 'ear a word he's sayin'!ĭon't you 'Do you mind' me! I was talkin' to my 'usband! I wasn't pickin' my nose! I was scratchin' it! Yea, it is written in the book of Cyril that. At this time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock. there shall, in that time, be *rumors* of things going astray, errrm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things wi - with the sort of raffia work base that has an attachment. NINE-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but NINE, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head, with which he will.
for the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. and the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there will be a great rubbing of parts. To pwove our fwiendship, we will welease one of our wong-doers! Who shall I welease? Silence! Call yourselves Pwaetowian guards? You're not - Seize him! Seize him! Blow your noses and seize him! I've had enough of this wowdy webel sniggewing behaviour. You know what she's called? She's called. I will not have my fwiends widiculed by the common soldiewy. I want him fighting wabid, wild animals within a week. Silence! What is all this insolence? You will find yourself in gladiator school vewy quickly with wotten behaviour like that. I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome called 'Biggus Dickus'. He was a Centurion, in the Jerusalem Garrisons.Ĭentuwion, do we have anyone of that name in the gawwison?
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