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Post by floplexter on Jun 15, 2011 19:32:38 GMT
Me and the Floj still have a thing where I point my fingers at her "cool dude, hey, Fonzy style" and we both say "Frank Sobotkaaaaaaa". Happily, she knows what he looks like, but knows NOTHING of his ways.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 13:44:27 GMT
I remembered a couple yesterday when out, then forgot them.
Cuh.
Does anyone else refer to the Chinese lord of computing - Loa Ding? We used to beseech him when we were on the ZX world of computing and he occasionally raises his head these days.
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Post by elth on Jun 16, 2011 14:03:29 GMT
That's funny because I spend half my work day processing Chinese student visas.
If I ever get a Lao Ding (or maybe even Luo Ding) I'm going to lose my shit now.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 14:18:35 GMT
Reminds me of my "faggot Nash" story, which I am sure I have shared here before.
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Post by Moo on Jun 16, 2011 14:34:02 GMT
Probably, but remind us.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 14:58:12 GMT
Strange, I was just wondering whether anyone else refers to "underlay, underlay!" when decorating, but that's a given, yes?
Nash. Highlander ref. My best mate and I have a running competition in which to insert Highlander/SW phrases into "real" life, as it were.
So the line in Highlander "You a faggot, Nash?" and the response "Why, Garfield- you cruising for a piece of ass?"
Mate rings me up one day a couple of years ago- "I'm about to interview a guy for a post who's called Nash" Me: "Oh, you HAVE to try and squeeze in a little 'faggot', ahem".
Jump to an hour later- phonecall. Breathless mate on a crackly mobile line- "You won't believe it- I'm in the car park. Had to come out and pretend I was going to the toilet" "And?" "Nash comes in. In a FUCKING DRESS!" "What?!"? "He's one of those trans-gender blokes spending a year as a woman..." "Oh, mate- you have to" "But I'll be sacked" "Do it quietly" "I had to put my clipboard up to my face and pretend to make notes anyway..." "This chance will never come again..." "I know, I know" "Best of luck"
He muttered it under his breath, he said, but nobody heard him. I'm not sure it counts.
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Post by Moo on Jun 16, 2011 15:03:13 GMT
I'm not sure it counts either.
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Post by Mr Bismarck's Electric Donkey on Jun 16, 2011 15:09:07 GMT
No, it doesn't count.
My foible is that every time someone says "nutmeg", (in an ingredient meaning), I have to say "motherfucker." I have no idea why. When I'm cooking with it myself I will loudly pronounce "let's get some nutmeg up in this motherfucker!"
So when the yachtsmith's mother mentioned last Thanksgiving that there was "a bit of nutmeg" in the Puerto Rican dessert she'd prepared, the Yachtsmith turned and gave me the one-eyebrow raised "I will kill you in your sleep" look.
But I said it anyway and then brazened it out like the time Father Ted kicked Bishop Brennan up the arse.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 15:23:36 GMT
"Puerto Rican dessert" - eaten with a rolled up fiver, is it...?
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Post by Mr Bismarck's Electric Donkey on Jun 16, 2011 15:29:00 GMT
That would improve Thanksgiving, but no. It's terrible, it's called "Flan", but it's pronounced "Flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn" like a slightly camp Spanish Captain Kirk mispronouncing his enemy's name.
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Post by coffers on Jun 16, 2011 15:41:22 GMT
Ah that has reminded me of a foible. Whenever anyone says Leicester it's reponded to by a loud cough whilst tryting to say Arsenal with a fist over the mouth Eric Morecombe style.
I'm not sure how it came about, probably some in school joke that I've forgotten or it might have even been something Eric Morecombe repeatedly did at the time and it was copied by us.
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Post by elth on Jun 16, 2011 15:46:41 GMT
I have a habit of addressing girls exclusively by their full names, regardless of how universal their nicknames are. The only exceptions are when I didn't actually realise a name was a nickname until I'd formed the association too strongly to change it.
And I've never decorated, but if the chance ever arrives...
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 15:52:27 GMT
That's the spirit, coffs! Seek and ye shall find.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 15:54:52 GMT
We spent four years at uni referring to one slightly odd loner as Madeleine, after being reliably informed in first year that was her name.
Found out at graduation her name is Elaine.
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Post by coffers on Jun 16, 2011 15:58:19 GMT
Oh and I also have the foible of calling people sunshine when I'm getting very angry with them. Tis a warning that I'm very close to exploding and and on the verge of causing them real problems one way or another.
It is delivered in a very calm deliberate and patronising manner.
Jim on the Apprentice would be called sunshine a lot, or maybe once as he wouldn't want me to call him it ever again after the first time if he didn't heed the warning.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 16, 2011 17:53:23 GMT
Do you point?
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Post by coffers on Jun 16, 2011 18:53:38 GMT
No I don't usually need to point I think the tone gives a clue.
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Post by hornet on Jun 17, 2011 7:57:44 GMT
A relatively new one:
Something particularly good earns a "Double Iguanadon" (delivered with the traditional Fonzie two-thumbs-up "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!").
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Post by Moo on Jun 17, 2011 8:21:12 GMT
Coffs - The Arsenal one is an Eric Morecambe thing, deffo. Vic Reeves used to parody it on his early shows.
Not sure if this is a foible or not, but whenever I hear Antmusic on the radio/CD/TV, when the chorus starts up, I get out of my seat and shout "The Clash!"
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Post by floplexter on Jun 17, 2011 8:34:12 GMT
That's just mental.
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Post by coffers on Jun 17, 2011 8:38:40 GMT
Thought The Arsenal thing was Eric Morecombe, but just couldn't recall the circumstances.
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Post by Moo on Jun 17, 2011 9:07:25 GMT
It's in reference to my mate Gareth. First year of Uni, we went to an 80s night and started to do a "guess the artist" type game, scoring points as you go when you got the artist right. The DJ used to put some strange stuff on there, so it wasn't always easy. Anyway, Gareth's turn, Antmusic started up, he had major concentration on his face, then the chorus started.. "So unplug the jukebox..." and you could see the light bulb was starting to switch on, big smile across his face and then "That music's lost it's taste to t-ry another flavour.... Antmusic!" and he stood up punched the air and shouted "THE CLASH!"
We all laughed. Nearly twenty years ago later and it's a joke that never grows old.
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Post by floplexter on Jun 17, 2011 9:12:46 GMT
In-jokes. You have got to love them. Just the bafflement of the audience around you is worth the fee.
We have several. A similar one to that is uni-based. We were at a karaoke contest and my little brother was competing (he's a good singer) but the main oppo had more friends in the pub and it was a clapometer type contest. We referred to my brother as "King-o" very loudly and when he lost, to the rubbish, yet popular, singer, we proceeded to destroy the rest of the evening by replacing the poor singers' efforts at karaoke with the word "bastard" very loudly.
One that stuck deepest was, and still is, "Ferry. Cross the BASTARD!".
It would take too long to explain the more common phrases we use, like "True, Ken" to any statement of fact.
Ooh, life is a little jumble of jumblies, isn't it.
"My mate Gareth" sounds like a foible in itself.
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Post by Moo on Jun 17, 2011 9:28:40 GMT
He's Welsh. He needs all the help he can get.
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Post by coffers on Jun 17, 2011 10:05:53 GMT
I love that one Moo. Great stuff.
I thought of another, when anyone insults me such as calling me a cunt or bastard, I often retort with a "Thank You, no one has ever complimented me before", That often causes bafflement.
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