"We're goin' ta bonnydoon.."
Whenever I'm going on a trip, I get this song in my head and sing it ad nauseum until m'ladyfriend tells me to shut up.

I'm going to Istanbul tomorrow.

Points if you can name the film the song comes from.

rafter
baz
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:48, 16 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Can't remember but it's got Fred Astaire and Petula Clarke in it.

( girlinthehole, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:50, Reply)

Nul points.
It's newer than that.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:52, Reply)

"Filthy Cock-Whores 3 - The Rise of the Spunk Gobbler"

( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:54, Reply)

That was the 2 Live Crew remix
Good effort tho!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:59, Reply)

Trainspotting?

( girlinthehole, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:58, Reply)

Something weddingish?

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:59, Reply)

Hang on...
Isn't that in The Castle?
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 15:59, Reply)

WINNER!!!
Love that film.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:03, Reply)

Oooh.
I went to Istanbul two weeks ago. Tis lully - I wish I was back there instead of at work. Skiving on b3ta at work, but still.

Have a fab time - gaz me if you want any recommendations.
(berk, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:00, Reply)

thx!
wl do.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:04, Reply)

That film where two americans go on a wine tasting holiday?

( girlinthehole, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:01, Reply)

Sideways
decent flick.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:03, Reply)

you should go to Constantinople instead

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:09, Reply)

in fact...I'm
Sailing To Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unaging intellect.


An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.



O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.


W.B. Yeats, innit.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:20, Reply)

Everyone seems to be going there these days.
You should try the cotton-candy hulva, it's great.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 16:16, Reply)

It's the tranquility
*vrrooooooooooooooooooooooom*
(MyFakeName, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 18:25, Reply)