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or porpoise or dolphin
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 17:36, 83 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

Or a film. Just finished The Thick Of It again and I've got nothing left.
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It shook me up, proper gritty British thriller/horror. I might watch TN then cos I need something lighthearted until my Sons of Anarchy download finishes.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:01, Reply)

I love films based in british (and especially london) towers/estates. I had every Ray Winstone film at one point. I know Danny Dier is a bit hit'n'miss, but he's been in some proper top-quality films.
I was living the life next to people really living the life of Sexy Beast about 5-6 years ago... talkin' 'bout proper villans.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:07, Reply)

It was good and I'd recommend it but be prepared to get upset and freaked out. And you beautiful, beautiful man Gonz, been meaning to get onto Top Boy for a while but it completely slipped my mind. Gonna whack it on now.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:11, Reply)

They proper excel at finding and nurturing british tallent.
I'm gonna seek now now these.... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noel_Clarke#Filmography
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:15, Reply)

You know the *twist*at the end? Do you think that was where the series was planned to go all along? I may have to catch up on watching this, and try to catch the next season too.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:04, Reply)

Most shows, and this is no exception, have not-too-great first seasons, especially the more epic ones, 'cus they are introducing all the concepts and characters, but this twist really justifide the not so good epps.
I'm getting into American Horror Story at the moment too.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:09, Reply)

I'm about 80% unpacked now, handed my old keys over to the landlords, he's more than happy with the condition I've left the flat (fucking imaculate minus the carpet in the livingroom... got some industrial cleaners in today), so I should be getting all my deposit back. It's hard to think that I've been there for a 1/3 of my life. Had some real shit shit shit times, and some alright times too, and a few great ones.
New year, new life, new beginings.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 17:51, Reply)

I'm not sure how much more of the old things I can take.
Points will be deducted (and faces slapped) for any husband jokes.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:05, Reply)

2012 is OT's year
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:07, Reply)

i suggest 'Off the shelf in 2012'.
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found it on my computer - I think my friend sent it to me many years ago and I stupidly hadn't listened to it:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xS4tBqvfPko
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:05, Reply)

he's pretty good. Ripped his too-tight jeans jumping from the stage to the barrier.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:18, Reply)

worth getting the album (if nothing else, for the hot guy on the front)?
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:24, Reply)

far too indie for my tastes. The music isn't bad though
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:50, Reply)

uncultured lout that I am
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:16, Reply)

came home on xmas eve and watched Swan Lake with mr b3th with the xmas tree lights twinkling away happily. That was fucking boss.
You, madam, are obviously a pikey.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:19, Reply)

but it was the Nutcracker and I'd seen it live before and disliked it.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:20, Reply)

We're common as muck, apparently.
innit.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:26, Reply)

the type of common which knows slightly more about some cultured things, but not enough to actually make it to cultured status
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 18:32, Reply)

"COR BLIMEY, I'D LIKE SOMEONE TO GIVE MY NUTS A GOOD CRACKING".
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( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 19:34, Reply)

4 draws under the bed is the king of beds, you can put your winter bedding and coats in there in the summer, and visa-versa.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 19:47, Reply)

I just wanted to share in the excitement.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 21:11, Reply)

S'OK mate, paying for it put a downer on it, getting it delivered will make it all good again.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 21:16, Reply)

I forgot how appaling it is. Thinking about starting on skyrim, but want at least a couple of hours to just play without interruption to break in to it properly, but I can't see that happening anytime soon.
You lot alright?
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 19:42, Reply)

I just had a "Malteaster Bunny", totally rawkin' the easter products of 2012 in 2011, it's like a time machine.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 19:49, Reply)

That get re-packaged as reindeer for Christmas, think they're lindt or something, well today I got given one of those shaped like a bear. A sort of downsy bear.
/poor anecdote
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 19:51, Reply)

When I was holidaying in Scotland once, by the banks of Loch Lomond in fact, I found myself in a pub which had many stuffed animals in it. A rather macabre form of decoration, but it was 11 o' clock in the morning and no other pub for miles around.
The barman was a sullen and decrepit old man, I could tell by his accent that he was from the lowlands- a distinct Dumfriesshire twang pervaded his speech patterns, but it wasn't this that marked him out as an outsider- the toupee upon his head and his ridiculous moustache, perched precariously above his crooked and pouting moue gave truth to his status as a clear sore thumb.
After sipping my morning malt, I looked around the dark and gloomy inn to see if any other human life apart from me and the alarming barman was to be found.
In this, I was disappointed.
The barman coughed, scraped his left foot against the floor and drew my attention to the most striking of the taxidermical specimens, a six foot tall stuffed brown bear, growling menacingly beside the front door.
"Yon bear belonged to a local man, a right sad story so it is"
The bewigged innkeeper started his tale.
Towards the end of the 18th century, in the wilds of Scottish Highlands, it wasn't uncommon for people to keep peculiar pets. James Flint was a man who had lived for his entire life by Loch Lomond, eking out a living from fishing in the summer months and woodcutting in the winter. His father had explored America, and when he returned to Scotland, brought with him a brown bear cub, which the 8 year old James took an instant shine to.
Over the next 15 years, James and his bear were inseperable. The bear was extremely well behaved, and in many respects, apart from its size, was no different in temperament to a pet dog. Then, in James's 24th year, stories began to circulate in the area about livestock going missing, herds of sheep being slaughtered in their fields and farmers finding themselves at the edge of their means as a result of these attacks.
In his village, tongues started to wag and fingers started to point.
James was called before the factor and the local Sheriff. He swore to keep his bear locked up at night, on pain of jailing and the killing of his beloved pet.
The livestock killings continued, though his bear was chained up.
He was returned to the Sheriff, and the final sanction was imposed.
James had to watch as angry villagers, armed with farming implements, took his beloved bear to pieces before him.
In the depth of his grief at the unfairness and loss of his gentle, near lifelong friend, he cursed the village and all her inhabitants. He placed a curse upon their future generations, bringing deformity and horror to them, as they had brought death and horror to his companion.
And that is why, to this very day, every newborn baby in the village is born with bear feet.
( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 20:15, Reply)

Obviously it is better to tell it verbally due to the final line.
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( , Thu 29 Dec 2011, 20:16, Reply)

Top Boy is class, already half way through the second episode.
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