{"id":2499,"date":"2010-01-06T21:00:46","date_gmt":"2010-01-06T21:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=2499"},"modified":"2012-09-25T21:29:01","modified_gmt":"2012-09-25T20:29:01","slug":"ill-have-a-pee-please-bob-and-other-random-sayings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=2499","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;ll have a pee please Bob (and other random sayings)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Some very random words are flashing through my sleepy head but I can&#8217;t go to bed because its not even 8.45 yet!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A gazillion years ago there used to be a television quiz programme on ITV called Blockbusters &#8211; hosted by Bob Holness. Yes, I know the Americans also had the same programme, but that&#8217;s not the point.<\/p>\n<p><em>Where the fuck is my fucking coat? Which character delivered that line and in which film? It&#8217;s a brilliant line, I love it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t really like Blockbusters that much, the questions weren&#8217;t exactly challenging; it was the working against the clock factor that made the programme difficult.<\/p>\n<p><em>Peter: No surprises?<br \/>\nMark: No surprises.<br \/>\nPeter: Not like the stag night?<br \/>\nMark: Unlike the stag night.<br \/>\nPeter: Do you admit the Brazilian prostitutes were a mistake?<br \/>\nMark: I do.<br \/>\nPeter: And it would have been much better if they&#8217;d not turned out to be men?<br \/>\nMark: That is true. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>The thing was, with Blockbusters, was that some of the irritatingly smug school-age children had brains *and* a sense of humour. &#8216;I&#8217;ll have a P please Bob always made me smirk&#8217;, as did the slightly more risque &#8216;I&#8217;ll have an E please Bob&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p><em>Mikey, DJ interviewer: Wow. Thanks for that, Bill.<br \/>\nBilly Mack: For what?<br \/>\nMikey, DJ interviewer: Well, for actually giving a real answer to a question. Doesn&#8217;t often happen here at &#8220;Radio Watford&#8221; I can tell you.<br \/>\nBilly Mack: Ask me anything you like, I&#8217;ll tell you the truth.<br \/>\nMikey, DJ interviewer: Uh, best shag you&#8217;ve ever had?<br \/>\nBilly Mack: Britney Spears.<br \/>\nMikey, DJ interviewer: Wow!<br \/>\nBilly Mack: No, only kidding. She was rubbish. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Anyway, you&#8217;re probably wondering why your computer is spewing random words at you right now, right? Well the answer is simple. I think I&#8217;m suffering from Cabin Fever. Or perhaps it&#8217;s a form of electronic Tourette&#8217;s Syndrome.<\/p>\n<p><em>Karen: So what&#8217;s this big news, then?<br \/>\nDaisy: [excited] We&#8217;ve been given our parts in the nativity play. And I&#8217;m the lobster.<br \/>\nKaren: The lobster?<br \/>\nDaisy: Yeah!<br \/>\nKaren: In the nativity play?<br \/>\nDaisy: [beaming] Yeah, *first* lobster.<br \/>\nKaren: There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?<br \/>\nDaisy: Duh.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been alone in the house all day; snowbound. I&#8217;ve been hugely productive. And I&#8217;ve watched a little television. And snacked. And walked around the block and helped retrieve a neighbour&#8217;s van from where he&#8217;d successfully wedged it across the road junction. He&#8217;s a twunt who can&#8217;t drive. Well, he&#8217;s also just a twunt.<\/p>\n<p><em>[Natalie, a secretary, is greeting the Prime Minister]<br \/>\nNatalie: Hello, David. I mean &#8220;sir&#8221;. Shit, I can&#8217;t believe I&#8217;ve just said that. And now I&#8217;ve gone and said &#8220;shit&#8221; &#8211; twice. I&#8217;m so sorry, sir.<br \/>\nPrime Minister: It&#8217;s fine, it&#8217;s fine. You could&#8217;ve said &#8220;fuck,&#8221; and then we&#8217;d have been in real trouble.<br \/>\nNatalie: Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition that I was gonna fuck up on the first day. Oh, piss it! <\/em><\/p>\n<p>But due to the twunting behaviour of twunts like my twuntish neighbour I was even twunting unable to get up to the stables to see my boys, because these twunts don&#8217;t know how to drive in snow and\/or icy conditions. Honestly, last night I followed a guy on the same country lane from the stables and he was barely motoring along at 5 &#8211; that&#8217;s FIVE &#8211; mph. Which as anyone can tell you would be a borderline acceptable speed for flat bits, way too fast for downhill bits and completely and totally fucking in- fucking eff- fucking ective &#8211; INEFFECTIVE &#8211; at getting yon twuntish driver up the numerous hills <em>en route<\/em>. Actually, his borderline 5mph failed to get him up even just *one* of the hills.<\/p>\n<p><em>Jamie: [in English] It&#8217;s my favourite time of day, driving you.<br \/>\nAurelia: [in Portuguese] It&#8217;s the saddest part of my day, leaving you. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I love you. Have I said that lately? I don&#8217;t say it often enough, I know. But it&#8217;s true. I love you. But don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;m sure this Cabin Fever will pass. Who knows, I might even be back to normal tomorrow. Now that is scary!<\/p>\n<p><em>Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>The quotes come from the film Love Actually. I&#8217;m feeling very &#8216;lovey&#8217;. Can you tell?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some very random words are flashing through my sleepy head but I can&#8217;t go to bed because its not even 8.45 yet! 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