I used to love watching Flash Gordon on TV, the old black and white series with the dodgey space ship tied to a wire and a sparkler hanging off the back. The movie is also great, for all the wrong reasons but that makes no difference, though the Queen theme tune rocks.
I hope to buy a car soon, which will, if all goes to plan, put me back where I was about 3 years ago when I got sacked from BlackStar for saying all the managers were rubbish (on this weblog no less), using offensive language in the office and tearing for the arm of an accountant for beating me at some holographic chess game. Ah, thems was the days.
You can throw confetti but you’re still going through the motions, baby…
Punctuating your posts with lyrics, that’s a bit of a Marcism isn’t it? Still, it pads the whole thing out some. I was at a wedding at the weekend and there was a Doctor at my table who was studying babies forst, yes forst, words, he couldn’t answer my question on what language babies think in before they learn the language of their parents though, so he was kind of useless. Also, ceilidhs rule. Stripping the Willow especially, you get to dance with all the girls, and I am so wearing a kilt to my wedding (should there be one) (a wedding that is, there is already a kilt).
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More!? OK then, but I can't help feeling that this will be a disappointment to you.
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Padding out is a me thing, too. Volume over quality content! (In all senses of the word volume, as I am sure you personally will appreciate.)
I loved what are ostensbily called ‘Saturday Morning Serials’ Flash, King of the Rocketmen et al. When I were nipper, I used to use those flint-and-neon-see-through guns to act like the back of one of those ever-spiralling-down rockets…
Queen still suck, though.
The sound of the ship’s in Ming’s fleet has stuck with me now, haunted me for what must be the guts of twenty years.
I wish some TV channel, somewhere, would show it again soon. And also that I could receive that channel, &c., &c..
With a name like Stewart t’would be a crime not to wear a kilt.