by jhnbrssndn October 12, 2013

kvetchlandia:

Peter O’Toole, “Dem Bones,” from Peter Medak’s “The Ruling Class     1972

The British ruling class in all its glory…as only a bitter and snarling O’Toole could portray them.

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by jhnbrssndn August 3, 2013
standardgrey:

um, ok
by jhnbrssndn August 3, 2013
coneshotline:


e-r-b-t:

*snorts*

how dare you. the dome was a masterpiece. because of the dome i was able to download a level 1 mew to my pokemon yellow game. bless you peter mandelson, thanks to you i could truly catch ‘em all

coneshotline:

e-r-b-t:

*snorts*

how dare you. the dome was a masterpiece. because of the dome i was able to download a level 1 mew to my pokemon yellow game. bless you peter mandelson, thanks to you i could truly catch ‘em all

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by jhnbrssndn August 1, 2013

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by jhnbrssndn June 27, 2012
aquariumdrunkard:

file sharing.

Alan Sugar, truly Britain’s answer to Steve Jobs.

aquariumdrunkard:

file sharing.

Alan Sugar, truly Britain’s answer to Steve Jobs.

by setuplikeadeckofcards June 25, 2012

A document is said to have been circulated privately in the royal household, clarifying Kate’s status.

Although she is the future Queen, as a former commoner Kate must show reverence to the ‘blood princesses’. This means she is expected to curtsey to those born royal, such as Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie – both in public and in private. The rule only applies when her husband, Prince William, is not present.

Makes sense to me.

by jhnbrssndn June 4, 2012

John Cooper Clarke - Evidently Chickentown

The Official Song of the London 2012™ Olympic Games ™

by jhnbrssndn March 31, 2012

All go Margate (full) (by NickToznost)

Appalling promotional film from 1970 shows just how crappy my home town was then. (Spoiler: it’s like a war zone now)

Presented by Michael Aspel, or as he was on this one occasion, “Mike” Aspel.

Note also the most laboured narrative device you’ve ever seen