THE BRITISH THREAD II

I hope it sticks in your craw Mac.

Swallowing Swabian Sauerbraten seems a bit perverted to me when you could be tucking into double steak pudding, double chips and mushy peas, liberally gravied, with double bread and butter, a mug of stewed tea and a sweaty waitress with the top three buttons of her smock undone just a short walk from your chosen domicile and next door but two to the dispensary of John Smith's Extra Smooth and the Cream of Manchester thanks to the farsightedness of the local planning committee who must be whirling in their graves at your apostasy after all the care and attention they had given to your welfare.

You are obviously a very difficult man to please.

I think they must have all run off tut local chippie.

Going to see Prince again on the 25th!!!

Yeah!

YEAH!

YEAH!

Oh my good God, as Arthur Daley used to say, more Prince. I don't believe it.

(I get all my catchphrases from TV sitcoms)

Hello youse Bruddush biggers. Berliner Hauptbahnhof, very impressive. And efficient, as you probably imagined.
Now in hotel near the Ku'damm, and planning our evening meal of lobscouse, faggots and mushy pease. Not.

DP- what did u think about the whole daily mail album thing?

I have to say, I don't think he's as good as he was. He just sounds like a bad micheal jackson nowadays.

I checked him out on You Tube and with the lyrics of PH to hand.

Sheer unmitigated dross designed to appeal to sex starved low class young girls.

"You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He's not really where it's at
After he's taken from you
Everything
He
Could
Possibleeeeeee (geat gulp of air)
Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallll. "

and I thought you knew about music.

spendius, am I to assume you are talking about Prince?

Nothing would disturb and upset me more than the thought of you being into him.

you're really into prince arnt you dp?

i got the album courtesy of the daily mail

You can have it for £10

I think I listened to the first 6 bars...should i persevere?

Thank you. It's very nice of you to say so. I am supposed to hate any bloke who has your attention and affection aren't I. Mr Darwin would explain that easily enough if he was with us at this important juncture. It is normal for a man to do that unless he wants a daughter off his hands as sadly so many do.

I hate the bloody little pipsqueak going around flattering all you impressionable young ladies. He's begging really. All entertainers are.

It's different with sages like grumpy Bob. He goes round insulting everybody and keening about lost love and all that. It's bloody gruelling being up close to him when he's in full flow.

"You might be a rock and roll addict
Prancing on a stage
Might have guns at your command
Women in a cage
You might think you're living
You might think you're dead
You might be sleeping on nails
Or sleeping in a feather bed
But you've gotta serve somebody
Yes indeed
You've gotta serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you've gotta serve somebody."

In the Grammy Award ceremony when he sang that, it had won, he spat on the stage, dinner suit and all, at the end of that first line. Like a tramp spits in the gutter. A green golly it looked like. His farting dance is hilarious.

Bob could eat your pipsqueak for breakfast.

But thanks again.

Wrong thing to say Dp-
Spendius will be as proud to be different to you as you are proud to be different to him. You cancel each other out.

Prince isn't doing anything new anymore. If I was an artist I'd be squeezing everything I can, but he isn't and it's a wasted oppertunity. The daily mail thing is to easy- churn out some songs, get paid £250,000 whether they are **** or good.
Oh and track no. 1 'planet earth' was done about 10 years previously, but it was called 'Earth song.'

Buy one get one free you mean PQutie. Sell 'em **** and then sell it 'em again.

I was humming this to myself strolling home from the pub-



I know who loves women the most right there.

WEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeel!

You know you make me want to shout

Throw my hands up and SHOUT!

A come on now!


Just felt like throwing a little Lulu into the mix.


Lulu...

Now there's a talent!

x

Valley of The Dolls?

Yes. I quite like Lulu. The sheer belting energy of it. And those eyes. Scared me to death she did.

Ever heard that "scattered in the wild wind" sung smorgsie?

What a song BDB is. It's better than most movies.

I've got a top notch writer's fast version of the story of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. I'll put it on sometime. Stand by your beds.

That Russ Meyer eh?

smorgsie-

That scouse girl in Footballer's wives reminded me of Lulu.

I wonder where all that stuff Mac was having to eat is presently located. If he's anywhere near the Rhine one could easily imagine it bobbing around with those big barges churning past or even as a slick if he took the wrong tablets.

Hey up Mac- how ya diddlin'?

It's disgusting talking about eating I think. Hugh Montgomery-Massingbird would only eat in public if he could face into a corner where no=one could see him. It's so animalistic don't you think.

I remember VIZ doing a comprehensive feechewer on Kylie Minogue's disgestive system.

Faster Pussycat, kill Kill.

x

Well- what it is is Geoffrey Gorer ironically comparing the story of GPB to Juliette who, you will recollect is the sister the Marquis de Sade gives to Justine in that masterpiece of his which has, I'm afraid, been unjustly villified by a bunch of neurotic, hypocritical literary thieves.

Speaking of GPB in that context he says-

[quote]The last-mentioned delightful work, it will be remembered, is a story of a poor young girl who becomes the mistress of her employer whom she shoots; at her trial she gains the favour of the judge and jury by sexual allure; she then goes to Hollywood where she is taken as mistress by an elderly and unpleasant button-manufacturer; she deceives him when and as occasion arises; she involves a rich young man in a breach of promise suit and compromises with his relatives for money. The man who is keeping her then sends her on a trip to Europe; on the way she indulges in a little espionage; in London she makes love (sic) to a man till he gives her an extremely valuable diamond tiara; in Central Europe she makes the acquaintance of an austere but extremely rich young man whom, by the aid of considerable lying and subterfuge, she persuades to propose to her; she makes every effort to prepare fror a breach of promise case to obtain heavy damages, but at the last moment, after the robbery of some uncut diamonds, decides to marry him so that she can finance another man with whom she fancies herself in love. [/quote]

Juliette is considerably more devious I'm afraid.

I think both stories are morality plays designed to convince the authorities that a pious and devout Christian upbringing for young ladies is a necessary adjunct to a life of peace and quiet.

Would you agree?

I'm in Berlin at the moment, and feeding like a calf bound for market.

Today at the Heckescher Markt I had wurst and sauerkraut, with a beer of course, and a kaiserschmarrn' or something to follow, which is a kind of sweet raisiny pancake served with stewed plums. And milchkaffe.
All yummy.

Saw the old Berlin Wall today, very sad. A well laid out exhibition surrounds it, with plenty of information for folks like Spendy who can read.
The queue at the Fernsehturm was too long, so didn't bother.
We can look at that, and the inside of the Reichstag, tomorrow evening when the tour bus crowds have gone.

Bought some fruit at the market, and came back on the S-Bahn, which goes through the new Hauptbahnhof. Good views of the city from same, in lovely sunny weather.

May stroll out to the boozer later.

Keep the home fires burning.

McT