tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post8696942080724035414..comments2024-03-11T08:28:30.817+00:00Comments on No Good Boyo: Die VerwandlungNo Good Boyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-3617162054562558612013-04-08T18:38:07.750+00:002013-04-08T18:38:07.750+00:00Pet friends, when I have not asked for require any...Pet friends, when I have not asked for require anyone to alleviate, but soul is such a cruel fancy, that <br />organize to ask for help. I'm in a darned grave situation, ask Your friends, keep from <br />they can, how much can. 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What a film.I always fo...Ah, Daughters of Darkness. What a film.<BR/>I always found it amazing that the actor at the centre of this erotic schlock masterpiece went on to play Harvey 'Harv' Lacey in Cagney & Lacey.<BR/>What a career.Greg Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14562788252729729128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-59344595524798999012009-04-01T11:50:00.000+00:002009-04-01T11:50:00.000+00:00Ah Greg, Delphine plays a major role in my all-tim...Ah Greg, Delphine plays a major role in my all-time favourite film:<BR/><BR/>http://alfanalf.blogspot.com/2008/08/watch-with-boyo-i.html<BR/><BR/>Kellie, Vic ought to take up Jeffrey Barnard's Spectator column.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-47804052838918783392009-04-01T10:24:00.000+00:002009-04-01T10:24:00.000+00:00Victor Caroon blogs here by the way.Victor Caroon blogs <A HREF="http://www.creepingunknown.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">here</A> by the way.kelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03503738414917449549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-85445164357793551602009-03-30T08:42:00.000+00:002009-03-30T08:42:00.000+00:00Considering that you were "blooded" in the Ways of...Considering that you were "blooded" in the Ways of Dad by 'The Day of the Jackal', NGB, I had expected the enigmatic Delphine Seyrig to make an appearance in your later wanderings - perhaps a page from Cahier du Cinema mounted lovingly on the shed wall?Greg Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14562788252729729128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-32945544024589303312009-03-29T10:18:00.000+00:002009-03-29T10:18:00.000+00:00Brucie, the Sage of Virginia Water, always has a p...Brucie, the Sage of Virginia Water, always has a place on my list, Scarlet.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-79604474448083544392009-03-28T10:34:00.000+00:002009-03-28T10:34:00.000+00:00“ I know it’s naff, but it’s so naff it’s good, an...<I>“ I know it’s naff, but it’s so naff it’s good, and I could carry it off…” </I><BR/><BR/>And I call the flying ducks on my wall 'ironic'... but they each have a button that makes them quack.<BR/>No Bruce in your Forsyth selection, Mr Boyo? Then there's still hope.<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-24077332773416651382009-03-17T20:44:00.000+00:002009-03-17T20:44:00.000+00:00Mrs Pouncer, outside a primary school most parents...Mrs Pouncer, outside a primary school most parents are relieved that it's only the kerb that's being mounted before the pink eyes of their beloved tots.<BR/><BR/>In Wales things, all things, are very different.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-78803524470024473012009-03-17T14:56:00.000+00:002009-03-17T14:56:00.000+00:00I knew that if I languished here long enough, suck...I knew that if I languished here long enough, sucking on a Needler's barley sugar, some kind man would stop and fix my fan belt. For my 18th birthday, my dear old father bought me a car - and not just any car! No, it was a 1958 Ford Popular in Dairymaid Green; no synchromesh, so I had to double declutch from Maidenhead to Battersea (hall of residence hemhem). Of course, that is why I have the calves that have made me famous in the Thicket. These days I drive a Defender, but as I am the Yvonne Romain of the A4, no-one looks askance. Apart from Gyppo, actually. There was an occasion when I mounted the kerb sharply outside a primary school where small children were beswarming their mothers for lollipops, and he bared his teeth at me.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-61998210176639047532009-03-17T05:31:00.000+00:002009-03-17T05:31:00.000+00:00Maroon, I know perdition is just an elasticated wa...Maroon, I know perdition is just an elasticated waistband away. At my trial I'll plead that I just wanted to know what double-declutching meant. <BR/><BR/>Mr Regis: Fliss, as I'd call Miss Kendal if she should ever become my <I>cinq-à-sept</I>, heads the list of women whom I ought not to fancy for ideological reasons but nonetheless do. It's the way she says <I>"Oh,Tom!"</I>, coupled with my imagining what she got up to out East.<BR/><BR/>Inky and Kevin, lay off the tinned sweets. They're boiled for a reason. And the bobble hat is a futile attempt to keep my head below the hairline, and therefore counts as medical.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-10889300812386754012009-03-16T22:10:00.000+00:002009-03-16T22:10:00.000+00:00I can do the tinned sweets without the cars. I exp...I can do the tinned sweets without the cars. I expect that's the closest to the Fountain of Youth I'll be getting to.Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-88051439562044283262009-03-16T21:43:00.000+00:002009-03-16T21:43:00.000+00:00Christ, Maroon, I though that attitude to cars (sa...Christ, Maroon, I though that attitude to cars (sans tinned sweets) was the cool one, and you're telling me it's merely senile? Thanks a bunch.<BR/><BR/>Car coats OTOH are a symptom of impotence. <BR/><BR/>Where does your bobble hat fit into the tweed trilby scenario, Boyo? And what's in the bobble anyway? I shall summon a middle-aged bachelor to find out.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-33177888099755291352009-03-16T21:10:00.000+00:002009-03-16T21:10:00.000+00:00"This Charming Man", containing a notable line fro..."This Charming Man", containing a notable line from a Lawrence Olivier filum. Not sure where old Larry would fit in the collection Boyo as he was always a bit more thesp than your average John Mills defeats the boche solo feature.<BR/><BR/>Re Ms Kendal, Kay does the business for me. That trumpet in Genevieve gives me the horn.Blognor Regishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17270795049477192100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-89292431447679662552009-03-16T11:19:00.000+00:002009-03-16T11:19:00.000+00:00God, I don’t know whether to tell you this. Soddit...God, I don’t know whether to tell you this. Soddit. A day will come, a day will come I say when your car will mean less to you than your next packet of fags. By then it’ll be a little clown’s car, popping and rumbling along and you won’t give a flying damn. <BR/>It gets worse. You may start to hanker after old cars like the Austin Cambridge shootingbrake with driver’s gloves, travel rugs and tinned sweets. You’ll find yourself outside Dunn & Co. eyeing up that car coat with the leather covered buttons, and you’ll say to yourself, “ I know it’s naff, but it’s so naff it’s good, and I could carry it off…” Hell mend you. Go for it Boyo. Go for it. Spread your wings.Dr Maroonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639939963726199699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-41042198726456398132009-03-16T07:07:00.000+00:002009-03-16T07:07:00.000+00:00It's true, Gadjo. When they were Theatre of Hate t...It's true, Gadjo. When they were Theatre of Hate they came from France. A truly European outfit, although St John of the Peels noted on Top of the Pops that they were not Belgians. <BR/><BR/>The day I buy a Kirk Brandon LP is the point of no return.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-60736117047100539222009-03-16T06:52:00.000+00:002009-03-16T06:52:00.000+00:00Ah, it's a terrible moment, Boyo, when one realise...Ah, it's a terrible moment, Boyo, when one realises that one is like ones father; best to discover it early and then have several decades to compensate/apologise/atone for it. My father always had to let my mother drive, and it is for this reason that I am not a car owner.<BR/><BR/>I knew that Boney M's German producer dubbed the vocals of their male band member, but I didn't know Spear of Destiny were actually from Bavaria.Gadjo Dilohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08998278830936531990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-32822520074553069792009-03-16T00:29:00.000+00:002009-03-16T00:29:00.000+00:00Mrs Pouncer, is there no end to your infamy? And I...Mrs Pouncer, is there no end to your infamy? And I believe <I>"Un/e amant/e de Pinky et Perky"</I> is French theatrical argot for, er, a theatrical type. <BR/><BR/>A friend of mine once saw Bernard Manning perform his giddy canter through <I>idées reçues</I> atop a car in a traffic jam somewhere near Manchester. He may have sung <I>"This Charming Man"</I> too.<BR/><BR/>I trip at every step, GB. Sometimes I gaze at the vehicle stage right, willing it to combust. Othertimes I charge out ahead of it with the same intent. <BR/><BR/>Kevin, the trilby is where I draw the line. As I confessed to St Norman of the Geras, the only prejudices that I am willing to share concern BNP/SWP-type newspaper salespersons and drivers who wear hats. <BR/><BR/>About 65% of road-users between Tabor and Dinas Mawddwy wear either tweed trilbies, flat caps (<I>"capiau stabal"</I> as we locals have it) or peaked diadems that glisten whitely in the moonlight.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-70360919887760975312009-03-15T15:58:00.000+00:002009-03-15T15:58:00.000+00:00It'll be the tweed trilby next. That's the thing t...It'll be the tweed trilby next. That's the thing to wear if you're mentally driving an Austin A40.Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-1260999589935229562009-03-15T09:56:00.000+00:002009-03-15T09:56:00.000+00:00Good to hear you've taken to life behind the wheel...Good to hear you've taken to life behind the wheel, Boyo, but you've learned to late to be manly driver. Something about your hesitancy at one junction followed by your over-compensating recklessness at the next will give you away to the real daddies of the road.Gorilla Bananashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044093013423635830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34326573.post-55683659698562858722009-03-15T09:12:00.000+00:002009-03-15T09:12:00.000+00:00Oh, Boyo! Mireille Mathieu, I spent every summer ...Oh, Boyo! Mireille Mathieu, I spent every summer in the sixties at a Colonie de Vacances in Vaucluse, whilst my parents disported themselves with friends from Isle sur Sorgue. MM was the local heroine, and on one stultifyingly hot afternoon, when the pine trees were literally sweating, and we were playfully pelting each other with Perrier, she appeared, a tiny waif in pink cashmere. Helped up onto a trestle table by the lascivious Directeur, she sang C'est Ton Nom and we all cried for home. Then, in a magnificent tribute to the only Brit present, she serenaded me with Ragtime Cowboy Joe. Later on, I discovered she was a great fan of Pinky and Perky.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.com