That'll be why I knew him not - nor his camels and goats neither.
I was searching for Howie's picture (keywords: Howard Cosell comb-over) when I found this regarding Chris Berman:
http://www.teevee.org/archive/stationbreak/2000/01/11/
Oh for heaven's sake! Now who is HE?!
I shall start wantonly dropping Oz telecasters' names about!
Andrew Denton - the thinking woman's crumpet.
sozobe, I think Howard's comb over started somewhere in the middle of his back!
Awwwwww - I think people are a little mean about the comb-over! We are all such soft, vulnerable little molluscs under our varyingly hard and mean or soft and pearly shells - we deserve a little compassion for our follies and inconsistencies - do we not all prefer the slimming mirror, the change-rooms with the softer lights?
But Cosell is also a film star. He announced the assassination of Él Presidente in the Woody Allen movie "Bananas!" "It's all over. It's all over. Él Presidente has been shot. This reporter is going to reach him if he can."
(Really, it's funny, if you knew Howard, and not one of them primely (not primly) ministerial Howards, nor the duck, neither, but the inimitable, entertaining, and utterly repellent Howard Cosell.)
(Damn, my wee wit wasted on wascally wabbits fwom Austwalia.)
No wit is unwonted by this wascally wabbit.
dlowan, Howard Cosell belongs to the WORLD.
(BTW, He also played Howard Cosell in "Bananas" and "Broadway Danny Rose)
Wonder what role he has now, I'm sure he is pontificating - where ever that may be!
From heaven, hell or limbo.
Cosell's dead.
Since 1995, aprox.
But still pontificating, I'm sure!
Freid eggs and spam, spam, spam, spam. Those are the only words to the song I know are there any other words to it?
Man (Eric Idle): You sit here, dear.
Wife (Graham Chapman in drag): All right.
Man (to Waitress): Morning!
Waitress (Terry Jones, in drag as a bit of a rat-bag): Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings (starting to chant): Spam, spam, spam, spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...
Vikings (singing): Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY spam!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got spam in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon, spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife (shrieks): I don't like spam!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings (singing): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings (singing elaborately): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!
Regarding the main topic of the thread -- I have a proposal that may bring peace between Blefuscu and Lilliputia: to consider any way of egg opening to be legitimate, and to add to the Constitutions of the both imaginatory countries freedom of opening eggs from either side.
