I know what you mean. It was days before I realised Songbird was my dear LLM! Guess I should put some Python in here! Dennis Moore indeed!! "Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril, for I have two pistols here. I know one of them isn't loaded any more, but the other one is, so that's one of you dead for sure...or just about for sure anyway. It certainly wouldn't be worth your while risking it because I'm a very good shot. I practice every day...well, not absolutely every day, but most days in the week. I expect I must practice, oh, at least four or five times a week...or more, really, but some weekends, like last weekend, there really wasn't the time, so that brings the average down a bit. I should say it's a solid four days' practice a week...At least...I mean...I reckon I could hit that tree over there. Er...the one just behind that hillock. The little hillock, not the big one on the...you see the three trees over there? Well, the one furthest away on the right..."

Ha! Now I remember you! Yeah, I know you Alicia! Glad to see you here! My mind comes and goes, but I never forget a friendly "face".

Angi says hi! We had a great Xmas with true friends. What more could one ask? It was a great and warm day amidst troublesome times and a great break from the worries. I feel stupid asking this, because we're obviously friends, but I don't recognize your screen name. Did you have a different one on the old board? Or have I had too many beers? Either way, hugs from both of us!

I'm wearing them now. All my love Ang!

Hey, meeting cool Zepheads is a worthwhile endeavor. That's why we're here. I simply recommended that you reduce your sig for the benifit of the server. I didn't attack you, but you're clearly attacking me and calling me names. I'm a clown and and a knucklehead? Who's being the asshole here?

Then there was this day! JK, but yeah, the postcard is genuine.

Shameless self promotion here, but yes, this guy might have met Jonesy, but yes, Robert has our address and actually says hello. Sorry pal.

I just don't get it. Why the hostility? Clearly the guy doesn't know Monty Python, but still... Just because he's got a pic of himself with Jonesy doesn't amount to shit. There's a community here that's thrived for years. I'm not gonna stand for some tosser taking a piss on me. "Let's roll". This little wanker should walk softer among strangers.

DUDE, what the fuck are you talking about?? This is a Monty Python appreciation thread, and that's from one of their movies. Duh!

Classic!!! But nothing beats the Germans!! Then again the episode with O'Reilly plastering up the stairway is a gem! Then again, when Kurt's "potted the shrimps under the table"...

Mr. Hamilton announces that they are leaving and confronts Basil in the foyer. In front of the other guests he tells Basil that his hotel is a disgrace. Other guests join in complaining about the food and the service. Basil responds by telling them all to leave. Sybil challenges him and he decides that instead he will leave, putting Sybil in charge of dealing with the guests and their complaints. Basil walks outside the hotel to discover it is raining. After a few seconds he rethinks, returns to the hotel and asks for a room. The episode ends with him demanding breakfast in bed and a Waldorf salad with "lashings of hot screwdriver".

Yes, Zeppelin and Floyd contributed funds for the movie. Robert even made Python references during shows in 1975. George Harrison set up Handmade Films to produce Life of Brian when EMI pulled out of the project.

Or lashings of hot screwdriver???

Hey, arm tattoo guy, what was your name on the old board? Methinks I know you!

Anyone for a Waldorf Salad??

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah? THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: You're right there, Obadiah. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh? FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: A cup o' cold tea. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Without milk or sugar. THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Or tea. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: In a cracked cup, an' all. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth. THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son". FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Aye, 'e was right. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Aye, 'e was. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling. THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor! FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake. THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Cardboard box? THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Aye. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt. SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky! THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife. FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah. FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you. ALL: They won't!

If you mean suggestions for other movies to check out, Life of Brian and The Meaning of Life, as well as Live at the Hollywood Bowl. If you're suggesting ideas for another movie, without Graham Chapman, never.

Bloody Romans!! REG: Yeah. All right, Stan. Don't labour the point. And what have they ever given us in return?! XERXES: The aqueduct? REG: What? XERXES: The aqueduct. REG: Oh. Yeah, yeah. They did give us that. Uh, that's true. Yeah. COMMANDO #3: And the sanitation. LORETTA: Oh, yeah, the sanitation, Reg. Remember what the city used to be like? REG: Yeah. All right. I'll grant you the aqueduct and the sanitation are two things that the Romans have done. MATTHIAS: And the roads. REG: Well, yeah. Obviously the roads. I mean, the roads go without saying, don't they? But apart from the sanitation, the aqueduct, and the roads-- COMMANDO: Irrigation. XERXES: Medicine. COMMANDOS: Huh? Heh? Huh... COMMANDO #2: Education. COMMANDOS: Ohh... REG: Yeah, yeah. All right. Fair enough. COMMANDO #1: And the wine. COMMANDOS: Oh, yes. Yeah... FRANCIS: Yeah. Yeah, that's something we'd really miss, Reg, if the Romans left. Huh. COMMANDO: Public baths. LORETTA: And it's safe to walk in the streets at night now, Reg. FRANCIS: Yeah, they certainly know how to keep order. Let's face it. They're the only ones who could in a place like this. COMMANDOS: Hehh, heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. REG: All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us? XERXES: Brought peace. REG: Oh. Peace? Shut up!

Here, about 70 miles east of Los Angeles (Lake Elsinore), it's cloudy and chilly, chilly of course being a relative term when you're from Southern California. I'm wearing a sweater indoors, but I have the windows wide open (go figure). What can I say? I'm a smoker who lives with a non-smoker, so I make her shiver while providing her fresh air!

Hi Celia!!!! Beer and kisses!! How can we go wrong??

Cool. I've missed her (and you). It's quiet in here today. Bilbo, Sam, Celia, Calia, Knebs, Pilot, 59, Manders, where you at???

Getting by sweetie. My band's having a jam tomorrow, so the neighbors will be getting some high volume Zeppelin rocking their walls! It'll be good to plug the ol' Les Paul in and "turn a Page or two"!

That brings back a memory (dunno why). KISS were playing in LA a few years back. During Love Gun, Paul would ride a wire out to the middle of the arena. On this occasion, the wire stalled half way out. Paul was stranded over the crowd! He said "I'm tryin Los Angeles! I'm tryin!". Off topic, but a funny moment! Then there was the time I was backstage in Fresno. Erin and Gigi were putting the costumes into the road cases after the show, while Aerosmith was taking the stage. I'll never forget the look on Gigi's face when she remarked how foul Gene's leathers stank!

Actually, it appears Endoramask's pics are his signature as they fall under his MySpace link. Dude, that's gonna become old real quick. How about a "Me and Jonesy" link instead. Those pics take up bandwidth from the server. Thanks. Hey DBZ, what about me???

Sorry, airs. You try spelling after a case of American piss beer.