LONG LIVE THE MEGA-POST!
You should be able to view it again, but Masako had to shut off the comments at…
3821.
She had to delete one spam comment to get it viewable again (link).
Please, let’s hear a big round of applause for all of you who posted in the Mega-Post and kept it alive for a year and four months. Please use this comment thread to post your fondest memories of the post with the most…
the Mega-Post.
Let it go, Ace, let it go. Turn away and slam the door.
Goodness, we jumped!
My power flurries through the air into the ground.
My soul is spiralling in frozen fractals all around.
And one through crystalizes like an icy blast.
I’m never going back,
The past is the past!
Boing, boing, boing, splat!
Is that first past the post or some hidden meaning?
The meaning is that BroMu has apparently gone over the edge. The edge of what, I’m not sure.
Either that, or small children (likely female) have co-opted his DVD player for days on end.
If the latter, you have my sympathies.
Not just my DVD player, Steve. Also my CD player, car stereo and ‘kiddy karaoke’ god-awful-pinko-stinko-cheapo-plastic-microphone-stand thing the in-laws got her for Christmas.
And oh my *god* the swirly dancing and stage-wilt drama moves that accompany it all.
She has to placate me by playing ‘In Summer’ every now and then lest I have a melt-down.
Titter.
Your in-laws must hate you.
We’ve had a Frozen respite of a few weeks. It’s those Disney Channel shows where there’s only 20 episodes but are on 4-5 times a day, so you wind up seeing the same episode 3 or 4 times a week (and that’s only when you’re randomly in the room).
Good luck to you.
You’re lucky, Steve.
UK TV consists of repeats, including the news except for the Commonwealth Games, which consists of home countries medal successes, repeated.
Death, where is thy sting?
Thus you confirm that I was right to give up cable TV three years ago, despite the sinking feelg that I am missing something of great cultural import.
Normally it shouldn’t matter, but one day I may find myself playing Trivial Pursuit: 21st Century Silver Screen Edition and be demolished by my betters.
Aze,
This is our daily ration from terrestrial and free satellite systems. Cable , which I avoid, carries even more horrors, , like “Nun Burning for Beginners”.
Must admit it improved my BBQ skills..
Nzzz,
The Frying Nun?
If I am miraculously not mistaken, the sequel to “The Flying Nun” was “Nun of the Above.”
I introduced a Nun friend of mine to a mate at cricket once.
Quoth he: ‘Is that ‘cos you don’t get none?’
Yes, I *do* live in Norf Kent. However did you guess?
So I was wandering around the tunnels and down one very long tunnel I thought I saw the White Cliffs of Dover. Is this possible? There were bluebirds.
A tunnel in the Channel? Is that even possible?
Mirage.
No Blue Birds in Europe, except those who’ve just been dumped.
Yup, mirage, Sue. Bluebirds all eaten many moons ago.
And all who contend there be a tunnel in the Channel are nowt but the Devil’s puppets. Lady Britannia remains verily un-tubed.
No bluebirds, eh? So the song is a lie? Sigh….
Times have been hard over here. I’m afraid we ate the nightingales too, Sue.
And most of Berkley Square, for that matter.
It was somewhat gritty.
How about the ravens in the Tower of London? My friend Simon “Chucklehead” Simpleton says “Them’s good eatin’.”
Oh no, not the nightingales too! Any more songs you care to ruin for me?
All the rabbits have gone but we love the ravens. Feed them on what’s left of the Moonlight in Vermont.
At least there are meadowlarks in Vermont.
Flamingos in Florida, falcons in Wales, puffins in whales, ducks in Oregon, turkeys in Turkey?
Apologies in advance to our cousins – we’re deflecting our tropical weather your way later this week or early next week.
So those birds, wherever they may be, might get a bit wet.
Londoners are now regretting allowing elected Mayor BoJo to clear the pigeons from Trafalgar Square.
Now so hungry, looking to see if the swans are Royal or owned by one of the Livery Companies.
Maybe Mary Poppins can help fatten up whatever birds are left in Britain.
We’ve certainly had to eat a lot of crow of late. Mainly on the cricket pitch.
Grub stuffed crow? Roasted badger?
Never could grok cricket.
Sue, neither can anyone else. Our cousins just fake it better than we can. Plus, they have Pippa.
Cricket is a very simple game.
Two wickets one tenth of a furlong apart.
One side in, one side out.
The out team tries to get the in team out or prevent them from scoring by bowling maiden overs.
The in team try to get the runs and stop being out.
So what’s the problem?
Got it. Clear as mud. Now explain the attire.
Points for Dr. Who references.
I am just thankful that the voluminous reports of cricket games have disappeared forever from CARS.
That leaves more room for analysis of chess games…
Sue,
Who is Doctor Who?
Peter Capaldi.
Too fucking right.*
*© The Thick of It
Yes, Prime Minister.
The last two posts should be deleted. Our politicians are upstanding, wonderfully generous, moral, wise, caring and in no way, self-interested persons.
When this severe headache has gone, shall add some more attributions.
I feel just awful, Nxxx. To think I was sitting here mocking our MPs while they’re slaving away at Westminster on a pittance, working themselves to the bone for our bene–
Oh hang on, my wife has just told me they broke for summer hols on 22nd July.
But surely they’ll be back soon?
I mean, no public servant could justify a six-week fully-paid skive till 1st September or something ridiculous like that, could they? Particularly not when they’ve been saying even a *five* week break is too long for *children*?
You should feel ashamed BroMu. Think of the noblest of them all, Tony Blair.
Since he became a peace envoy for the Middle East, perfect peace. All races and religions, smiling at each other and shaking hands.
‘Tis true, Nxxx. I had forgotten about The Vicar. That is to say, undergone several expensive sessions of therapy to have all memory of his expunged from me consciousness. Although, like the Cheshire Cat, his fading grin still lingers . . .
At least tour counsellor partially succeeded.
6509th
6510th!
I can believe I’m excited by this arbitrarily large number!
As long as it is a number, not boasting.
That’s NumberWang!
Aren’t you glad we’ve gone metric?
two hundred and fifty-four millimetres is so much more impressive tun 1″.
Especially since it’s 10 inches.
Now we know why that Mars rover crashed. And why the Entity hasn’t come back yet.
Steve,
You must remember that America is still using pre-Impeial measurements. Your pint, 16 fluid ounces, our pint 20. This means that you missed out on the UK reaction to the Swedish mile being three times ours, so we upped it by a factor of ten.
That put the bloody foreigners in their place.
Is a furlong long enough? Fur enough? I would double-check with my yardstick, but I left it in the back yard with the other sticks, and now I can’t remember which stick is a yard long. Plus my foot is no help, as it never has achieved foot-long status.
Yardstick?
Old hat. Rods, Poles or Perches and Links, BTW:-A Link is one hundredth of a Cricket Pitch.
For greater distances we use Cables and Shackles.
Is that clearer?