I went off Augustus
when I found out he wore built-up shoes, the Sarkozy-esque twat.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 31 May 2010, 16:53, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

he didn't generally
And he also slept on a bed hard enough to be a slaves. And ate frugally. And only had a golden laurel outside his house to signify his importance. That was it. What a man
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 31 May 2010, 16:54, Reply)

All self-generated PR stories I'll bet.
Much like Gandhi's 'ooh, I'm such an Indian peasant' schtick, the public-school educated kiddy-fiddling fraud.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:10, Reply)

It wasn't lies with Augustus
I bet. Though I may be blinded by admiration, and he did behave quite shittily to the Julias
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:12, Reply)

I thought he ate frugally
because the weed had constant digestive troubles - this may have been gleaned from a historical novel, though.

When you reach my age you forget such vital things as where you read something...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:19, Reply)

He was quite fragile when he was younger
and had a bad illness once, so he did take quite good care of himself. It paid off though
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:22, Reply)

A weedy midget poof, then.
You're not really selling the chap, I have to say...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:24, Reply)

He wasn't short
not really. Nor weedy. He was a golden youth who grew up to be an amazing leader. Three Cheers for ancient historical crushes!
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Mon 31 May 2010, 17:48, Reply)

When you reach your age
You forget your own fucking age, Monters old bean.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 May 2010, 18:06, Reply)

This is demonstrably so, is it not, my dear Davvers?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 31 May 2010, 18:10, Reply)

Certainly is old chap.
Why, only yesterday I was convinced I was only 25, and proceeded to drink my own body weight in beer from 3pm - 1am.

Oh, how they laughed in A&E when they informed me that my medical records stated I was, in fact, pushing 40, and should really know better by now.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 May 2010, 18:15, Reply)