... typed 'poolitician' into the computer accidentally and been tempted to not change the spelling at all?
UPDATE! - 'Pooet' is a good one too.
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6 comments:
oh fabulous!
'poositive' is when one is sure that something sh*tty will happen.
Christopher Hitchens devotes pages to describing the word-game drinkfests he has with Rushdie, S. and James, C., Clive being a winner, but Salman being fast with
'Shakespeare titles if Robert Ludlum had written them?'
SR, quick as a flash -
"Hamlet = The Dunsinane Vacillation"
Mrs Denton and her smarmy Book Clubbers not fir to carry the coffee into that room.
Stand by for more exciting blog posts with titles like: 'words that sound like wee', 'words that rhyme with 'rubies', and start with b', and 'Bottoms! Aren't they funny?'
'Bottoms' the film by Yoko Ono, actually played in Melbourne in the late 1960's. I don't wish I had gone or anything ...
(wow that is so superbly superPluperfect) ... but am just stating it for the record.
It must be funny - 468 stills of backsides. After about 10 the tittering must start ... ooh er, I just had a Frankie Howerd moment.
'Titter ye not' was his standard exhortment ... exhortion? oh bum.
He must have been a true genius, excuse me while I buy up all his DVDs on Amazon.
I especially like how his last name, Howerd, aurally mimics the 'oo, er!' style of comedy mentioned.
"His television work was characterised by addressing himself directly to the camera and littering his monologues with verbal tics: "Oooh, no missus", "Titter ye not", and so on, but a later sale of his scripts showed that the seemingly off-the-cuff remarks were all planned. Barry Cryer said of his technique : "What he could do with a script was amazing, like all the great performers. He transformed something you'd just written - what you hoped was in a Frankie Howerd idiom - but when you heard him do it, my God, it was something else; - it was gossiping over the garden wall, the apparent waffle - he was like a tightrope walker, you thought he's going to fall off in a minute, you thought , 'Come on, Frank' , we're waiting for a laugh, and then, suddenly, Bang. He knew exactly what he was doing." [3] Another feature of his humour was to feign innocence about his obvious and risqué double entendres while mockingly censuring the audience for finding them funny."
He referred to Her Majesty as often as was possible and always followed the title with "... wonderful woman" in verbal brackets - if you can imagine lowered voice, sideways glance.
I guess that's why she gave him an un-ironic OBE in 1977.
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