I understood that those blouses Robert wore were given to him by female "friends" he met while touring....? And honestly, the man could have paired heels and a purse with those blouses and I'd still never believe he and Jimmy were canoodling.

Well, thank you, ma'am. I honestly wonder how I would have made it through certain times without Grace and Stevie to lean on.

You know actually, I've been thinking about/singing to myself "I Can't Make You Love Me" a lot lately, so yes, Bonnie is definitely on my list.

Grace has been a big part of my life. She's very inspirational to me.

Well, howdy! GASP! OMG! I totally <3 Ashlee Simpson! Especially this one: La La But seriously folks... I feel like I should have mentinoed Joan Baez and Johnette Napolitano in my first post.

Everyone's mentioned my faves already -- Grace, Stevie, Mama Cass, Joni Mitchell, etc. -- so I'm going to throw in a vote for Suzi Quatro!

The live version of Mistral Wind from Greatest Hits/Live is awesome. I wore out my vinyl listening to that track over and over as a kid.

I like Suzi a lot.

Again, I have to say, if it's a choice between Bonzo Sr. and anybody, I'm going to have to pick Bonzo Sr. I would say that regardless of the forum in which I was asked. I think he's just the best ever.

My heart belongs to daddy. Bonzo Sr. is better than everybody, in my humble opinion. No offense to Jason, who really is super himself, bless 'im.

I always thought it was: br = Brazil sp = Sao Paolo led = Zeppelin No?

Ok, so this is not actually a picture of Robert, but I found it mildly amusing so I thought I'd post it.

Beck's Bolero.

Hooray!

I thought I was everybody's eskimo. Guess not... :'(

Oh no, that's ok. I wasn't asking in connection with your post.

Am I wrong? Somehow I can't see Robert "demanding" that the music in a pub be changed. I can imagine him saying he doesn't like a band, but "demanding" that their music be turned off...? That doesn't seem like him. Is it?

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They both look great in this pic, don't they? Very nice pics everyone. I especially enjoyed the more recent ones.

Ha! I'm going to have to keep an eye out for that! I'd love to try it. "She turned me into a newt!... I got better..."

Second favorite: Cut to a wide-angle shot of hedgerows, fields and trees. Voice Over (John Cleese): In this picture there are forty people. None of them can be seen. In this film we hope to show you how not to be seen. (Caption on screen: 'HM GOVERNMENT, PUBLIC SERVICE FILM NO. 42 PARA 6. "HOW NOT TO BE SEEN"') Voice Over: In this film we hope to show how not to be seen. This is Mr. E.R. Bradshaw of Napier Court, Black Lion Road London SE5. He can not be seen. Now I am going to ask him to stand up. Mr. Bradshaw will you stand up please. In the distance Mr Bradshaw stands up. There is a loud gunshot as Mr Bradshaw is shot in the stomach. He crumples to the ground. Voice Over: This demonstrates the value of not being seen. Cut to another location - an empty area of scrubland. Voice Over: In this picture we cannot see Mrs. B.J. Smegma of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mrs Smegma will you stand up please. To the right of the area Mrs Smegma stands up. A gunshot rings out, and Mrs. Smegma leaps into the air, and falls to the ground dead. Cut to another area, however this time there is a bush in the middle. Voice Over: This is Mr Nesbitt of Harlow New Town. Mr Nesbit would you stand up please. (after a pause - nothing happens) Mr Nesbitt has learnt the value of not being seen. However he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover. The bush explodes and you hear a muffled scream. Cut to another scene with three bushes. Voice Over: Mr. E.V. Lambert of Homeleigh, The Burrows, Oswestly, has presented us with a poser. We do not know which bush he is behind, but we can soon find out. (the left-hand bush explodes, then the right-hand bush explodes, and then the middle bush explodes. There is a muffled scream as Mr. Lambert is blown up) Yes it was the middle one. Cut to a shot of a farmland area with a water butt, a wall, a pile of leaves, a bushy tree, a parked car, and lots of bushes in the distance. Voice Over: Mr Ken Andrews, of Leighton Road, Slough has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. However we happen to know he's in the water barrel. The water barrel just blows up in a huge explosion. Cut to a panning shot from the beach huts to beach across the sea. Voice Over: Mr. and Mrs. Watson of Ivy Cottage, Worplesdon Road, Hull, chose a very cunning way of not being seen. When we called at their house, we found that they had gone away on two weeks holiday. They had not left any forwarding address, and they had bolted and barred the house to prevent us from getting in. However a neighbour told us where there were. The camera pans around and stops on a obvious looking hut, which blows up. Cut to a house with a gumby standing out front. Voice Over: And here is the neighbour (he blows up, leaving just his boots. Cut to a shack in the desert) Here is where he lived (shack blows up - cut to a building) And this is where Lord Langdin lived who refused to speak to us (it blows up). so did the gentleman who lived here....(shot of a house - it blows up) and here.....(another building blows up) and of course here.....(a series of various atom and hydrogen bombs at the moment of impact).

My all time favorite: Colonel: get some discipline into those chaps, Sergeant Major! Sergeant: (Shouting throughout) Right sir! Good evening, class. All: (mumbling) Good evening. Sergeant: Where's all the others, then? All: They're not here. Sergeant: I can see that. What's the matter with them? All: Dunno. 1st Man: Perhaps they've got 'flu. Sergeant: Huh! 'Flu, eh? They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha. Right. Now, self-defence. Tonight I shall be carrying on from where we got to last week when I was showing you how to defend yourselves against anyone who attacks you with armed with a piece of fresh fruit. (Grumbles from all) 2nd Man: Oh, you promised you wouldn't do fruit this week. Sergeant: What do you mean? 3rd Man: We've done fruit the last nine weeks. Sergeant: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh? 2nd Man: Can't we do something else? 3rd Man: Like someone who attacks you with a pointed stick? Sergeant: Pointed stick? Oh, oh, oh. We want to learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks, do we? Getting all high and mighty, eh? Fresh fruit not good enough for you eh? Well I'll tell you something my lad. When you're walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don't come crying to me! Now, the passion fruit. When your assailant lunges at you with a passion fruit... All: We done the passion fruit. Sergeant: What? 1st Man: We done the passion fruit. 2nd Man: We done oranges, apples, grapefruit... 3rd Man: Whole and segments. 2nd Man: Pomegranates, greengages... 1st Man: Grapes, passion fruit... 2nd Man: Lemons... 3rd Man: Plums... 1st Man: Mangoes in syrup... Sergeant: How about cherries? All: We did them. Sergeant: Red *and* black? All: Yes! Sergeant: All right, bananas. (All sigh.) Sergeant: We haven't done them, have we? Right. Bananas. How to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. Now you, come at me with this banana. Catch! Now, it's quite simple to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. First of all you force him to drop the banana; then, second, you eat the banana, thus disarming him. You have now rendered him 'elpless. 2nd Man: Suppose he's got a bunch. Sergeant: Shut up. 4th Man: Suppose he's got a pointed stick. Sergeant: Shut up. Right now you, Mr Apricot. 1st Man: 'Arrison. Sergeant: Sorry, Mr. 'Arrison. Come at me with that banana. Hold it like that, that's it. Now attack me with it. Come on! Come on! Come at me! Come at me then! (Shoots him.) 1st Man: Aaagh! (dies.) Sergeant: Now, I eat the banana. (Does so.) 2nd Man: You shot him! 3rd Man: He's dead! 4th Man: He's completely dead! Sergeant: I have now eaten the banana. The deceased, Mr Apricot, is now 'elpless. 2nd Man: You shot him. You shot him dead. Sergeant: Well, he was attacking me with a banana. 3rd Man: But you told him to. Sergeant: Look, I'm only doing me job. I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit. 4th Man: And pointed sticks. Sergeant: Shut up. 2nd Man: Suppose I'm attacked by a man with a banana and I haven't got a gun? Sergeant: Run for it. 3rd Man: You could stand and scream for help. Sergeant: Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. 3rd Man: A pineapple? Sergeant: Where? Where? 3rd Man: No I just said: a pineapple. Sergeant: Oh. Phew. I thought my number was on that one. 3rd Man: What, on the pineapple? Sergeant: Where? Where? 3rd Man: No, I was just repeating it. Sergeant: Oh. Oh. I see. Right. Phew. Right that's bananas then. Now the raspberry. There we are. 'Armless looking thing, isn't it? Now you, Mr Tin Peach. 3rd Man: Thompson. Sergeant: Thompson. Come at me with that raspberry. Come on. Be as vicious as you like with it. 3rd Man: No. Sergeant: Why not? 3rd Man: You'll shoot me. Sergeant: I won't. 3rd Man: You shot Mr. Harrison. Sergeant: That was self-defence. Now come on. I promise I won't shoot you. 4th Man: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks. Sergeant: Shut up. Come on, brandish that raspberry. Come at me with it. Give me Hell. 3rd Man: Throw the gun away. Sergeant: I haven't got a gun. 3rd Man: You have. Sergeant: Haven't. 3rd Man: You shot Mr 'Arrison with it. Sergeant: Oh, that gun. 3rd Man: Throw it away. Sergeant: Oh all right. How to defend yourself against a redcurrant -- without a gun. 3rd Man: You were going to shoot me! Sergeant: I wasn't. 3rd Man: You were! Sergeant: No, I wasn't, I wasn't. Come on then. Come at me. Come on you weed! You weed, do your worst! Come on, you puny little man. You weed... (Sgt. pulls a lever in the wall--CRASH! a 16-ton weight falls on Jones) 3rd Man: Aaagh. Sergeant: If anyone ever attacks you with a raspberry, just pull the lever and the 16-ton weight will fall on top of him. 2nd Man: Suppose there isn't a 16-ton weight? Sergeant: Well that's planning, isn't it? Forethought. 2nd Man: Well how many 16-ton weights are there? Sergeant: Look, look, look, Mr Knowall. The 16-ton weight is just _one way_ of dealing with a raspberry killer. There are millions of others! 4th Man: Like what? Sergeant: Shootin' him? 2nd Man: Well what if you haven't got a gun or a 16-ton weight? Sergeant: Look, look. All right, smarty-pants. You two, you two, come at me then with raspberries. Come on, both of you, whole basket each. 2nd Man: No guns. Sergeant: No. 2nd Man: No 16-ton weights. Sergeant: No. 4th Man: No pointed sticks. Sergeant: Shut up. 2nd Man: No rocks up in the ceiling. Sergeant: No. 2nd Man: And you won't kill us. Sergeant: I won't. 2nd Man: Promise. Sergeant: I promise I won't kill you. Now. Are you going to attack me? 2nd & 4th Men: Oh, all right. Sergeant: Right, now don't rush me this time. Stalk me. Do it properly. Stalk me. I'll turn me back. Stalk up behind me, close behind me, then in with the redcurrants! Right? O.K. start moving. Now the first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to -- release the tiger! (He does so. Growls. Screams.) Sergeant: The great advantage of the tiger in unarmed combat is that he eats not only the fruit-laden foe but also the redcurrants. Tigers however do not relish the peach. The peach assailant should be attacked with a crocodile. Right, now, the rest of you, where are you? I know you're hiding somewhere with your damsons and prunes. Well I'm ready for you. I've wired meself up to 200 tons of gelignite, and if any one of you so much as makes a move we'll all go up together! Right, right. I warned you. That's it...

Old news or not, I'll love to hear every word. Can't wait!

CELIA!!! YOU LUCKY LADY!!! I can't wait to hear all about your adventures. God, I bet being at the show was spectacular!!