In The Discontinuity Guide, Paul Cornell, Martin Day and Keith Topping identify a gay subtext to the story: "there's entrapment over cottaging, the TARDIS is painted pink, and the victim of the fondant surprise is every inch the proud gay man, wearing, as he does, a pink triangle."[10] The story ends with Helen A's husband abandoning her and leaving with another man.
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Turtle Power & Knuckles, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:07,
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what lets it down and prevent people seeing its surreal nightmarish qualities, are the sets . They looked like cheap old style panto sets.
It would of looked fantastic had it been shot on location dressed with realistic steampunk props on dark Victorian streets, kitchens and interiors too - I think more fans may take it more seriously then.
But I think they tried their best to create the mood with what they had and limited gameshow studio lighting.
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Turtle Power & Knuckles, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:26,
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Microscopic ‘Louis Vuitton’ bag sells for more than $60,000MSCHF says bag was created for musician Pharrell Williams because he loves big hats – ‘we made him an incredibly small bag’.
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:27,
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I feel like I'm missing something- as if I've come into this conversation long after the topics and terminology were well established.
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Invisible Wizard - 12th Level Errorer, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:32,
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Happiness_Patrol
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Turtle Power & Knuckles, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:34,
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Ah - never watched Who since I was a childI was quoting Jello Biafra.
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Invisible Wizard - 12th Level Errorer, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 18:37,
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Is that why you always sound like you're wigged out on Quaaludes?(
Mr. Tea 'ulmmm'/'mmneurgh', Thu 29 Jun 2023, 19:26,
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Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, referred to this story in his 2011 Easter sermon, on the subject of happiness and joy. Marc Sidwell has described it as an expression of national unease at rave culture.(
mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 19:28,
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When I woke up, I was in a strange bed. Most beds are strange to me. An advertising executive I know called Susie was sitting next to me, watching a television. It showed a wobbly camcorder view of a naked man offering a cigarette to a shaking bear, and then falling over. A studio discussion followed these pictures. One man said we should be more careful with children and animals and the unemployed. He was interrupted by another, who said; "rubbish, this is just another tawdry example of the prank generation." He said the man responsible was probably an American. I felt myself wanting to agree with the first man, but actually agreeing with the second, though I've absolutely no idea why.
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mr horrible up yours, dickface, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 22:28,
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Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk?.
His whole abdomen would move up and down,
you dig, farting out the words.
It was unlike anything I ever heard.
Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound.
A sound you could smell.
This man worked for the carnival, you dig?
And to start with it was
like a novelty ventriloquist act.
After a while,
the ass started talking on its own.
He would go in
without anything prepared...
and his ass would ad-lib
and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teethlike...
little raspy incurving hooks
and started eating.
He thought this was cute at first
and built an act around it...
but the asshole would eat its way through
his pants and start talking on the street...
shouting out it wanted equal rights.
It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags.
Nobody loved it.
And it wanted to be kissed,
same as any other mouth.
Finally, it talked all the time,
day and night.
You could hear him for blocks,
screaming at it to shut up...
beating at it with his fists...
and sticking candles up it, but...
nothing did any good,
and the asshole said to him...
"It is you who will shut up
in the end, not me...
"because we don't need you
around here anymore.
I can talk and eat and shit."
After that, he began waking up
in the morning with transparent jelly...
like a tadpole's tail
all over his mouth.
He would tear it off his mouth
and the pieces would stick to his hands...
like burning gasoline jelly
and grow there.
So, finally, his mouth sealed over...
and the whole head...
would have amputated spontaneously
except for the eyes, you dig?
That's the one thing
that the asshole couldn't do was see.
It needed the eyes.
Nerve connections were blocked...
and infiltrated and atrophied.
So, the brain couldn't
give orders anymore.
It was trapped inside the skull...
sealed off.
For a while, you could see...
the silent, helpless suffering
of the brain behind the eyes.
And then finally
the brain must have died...
because the eyes went out...
and there was no more feeling in them
than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ, Thu 29 Jun 2023, 22:56,
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