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The Furcation Game
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Is anyone planning a move. If not, I might claim the move token, but it might not be until next week until it's finished...
UPDATE: I have planned a move...
UPDATE: move is 50% complete, after a two-hour post-work session.
Um. Make that three. Reckon it'll be done tomorrow sometime. If I get in early enough, that is.
Right, after another couple of hours this morning I think I'll have to book a fortnight's holiday when my move comes round again.

Now, as pointed out I couldn't do the theatre thing, so I decided that musical interludes all round might be a good idea. Although a much less original idea when I noted the introduction of Herr Weill into matt's last effort... and for some reason there's a bit of a teutonic feel to the following. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present:

A: A Euripidean Interlude performed by The Thomas Morley Minstrels
A finest blend of furcations 1 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Minstrels:

It is that time of the play,
Where through music we do say,
The salient parts of the plot,
Though you care not a jot!
Fa-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la, fa la la laaaa

We fear that Meediam will rebel,
When she does her father tell,
That the man who has her elated,
Is to them not even related!
Fa-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la, fa la la laaaa

Did you know about Syze' mother?
He is said to love no other!
Indeed we're told it came to pass,
That he took her up the
Fa-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la, fa la la laaaa

Bow, exeunt

B: Spanklines
The beginning of an intercourse in which new punchlines are UHUed onto old jokes
What's funny about a pair of legs?
C: A Pinterian Interlude performed by Arnold Schönberg's Merry Men
A finest blend of furcations 3 and 2 of the previous incarnation
A consort comprising piccolo, tuba, triangle and counter-tenor enter the stage. After tuning up the music begins, though it's hard to tell.

Countertenor (Twelve-tone Sprechgesang)

Der Peugeot ist nicht wilkommen hier,
Wie der Mond ist er gehasst,
Weil die Meediam nie was tut
Und ihrer Vater hat kein Mut!

Du! Langeweile! Warum jägst du mich?
Kannst du nicht seh'n ich will schlaf'?
Warum folgst du mir wie ein Fuchs?
Du wirst nie finden was du suchst.

D: Carpe Diem
The beginning of an intercourse in which foreign tongues are unravelled
Credibile est, quia ineptum est
E: An Ortonesque Interlude performed by The Cure
A finest blend of furcations 4 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Enter five middle-aged men wearing big hair and lipstick

Twelve-minute intro

Do-do do-do do-do di-do-do
Do-do do-do do-do di-do-do

"Why can't we ever be alone" she said
"Like we were last summmer?" she said
"When we walked along the lake" she said
"That's when I knew I wanted you,"
"That's when I knew I wanted you."

"Why can't we ever be alone" she said
"Like we were last winter?" she said
"When we sat in front of the fire" she said
"That's when I knew I wanted you,"
"That's when I knew I wanted you."

Do-do do-do do-do di-do-do
Do-do do-do do-do di-do-do

"But now I know it's all gone" she said
"I will never have you again" she said
"Since you left me standing in the snow" she said
"That's when I knew you'd gone for good,"
"That's when I knew you'd gone for good."

You know I want you back,
More than anything else on earth,
But if only you could be
A weasal, we would be so wonderfully...

Exit on unresolved dominant seventh

F: Last week's nostalgic review of a late feline
A finest blend of furcations 5 and 18 of the previous incarnation
Tiddles, daughter of Tigger and Fluff, after a long period fighting the Asian Flea Virus has, at the age of 9, passed away. Best known in the local Tom community as 'The one from No. 6 who lets you do it moggy-style' Tiddles was much loved for her semi-permanent occupation of the bird table at No. 12. After several years waiting for a bird to land, no-one had the heart to tell Tiddles that the presence of a large ginger mog is sufficient to scare our feathered dinners to pastures far away. Tiddles will be fondly remembered for waking up her owner at three o'clock every night for an urgent appointment at the rear cat-flap. No one will ever know why. Nevertheless she will be sorely missed and may she rest in peace.
G: A Sheridanish Interlude performed by Björk
A finest blend of furcations 6 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Short pause whilst the stage is reset to accomodate a full string orchestra, 13 harps, a Gamelan ensemble and a rack of keyboards, samplers and other technical wizardry.

I know a lovely place,
Where I can spend all day,
Listening to the sounds of my little ghetto blaster,
Reminding me of the one I have left behind.

I know a lovely place,
Where not a soul will find me,
Lest their babble break my reverie:
Thinking of the one I have left behind.

I know a lovely place,
That lies between the sky and sea,
That has never been touched by man,
Other than the one I have left behind.

I know a lovely place,
Where there sail green ships,
And the sea is made of syrup,
Reminding me of the one I have left behind.

The one who's so far away...
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you...

H: Baker's Two
A continuation of furcation 7 of the previous incarnation
Hammersmith, reversing.
I: A break from Tenessee Williams written, arranged, performed, produced, remixed and mastered by The Artist Formerly Known as The Symbol Used To Represent The Artist Formerly Known as Prince
A finest blend of furcations 8 and 2 of the previous incarnation
The Purple One: I'm so horny, Eye no everyone wanna funk me!
The New Power Generation: He's so horny, we all just wanna funk him!
Purple: Yeah! Everyone in this funking house, get down on the floor an' funk me!
NPG: We're down on floor, we all just wanna funk U!

Several hand claps, super-funk guitar riffs and 'Oh yeah!'s later...

NPG: C'mon horny pony! Get on the mike!
Purple: U don' wanme on the mike!
NPG: C'mon horny pony! Get on the mike!
Purple: U don' wanme on the mike!

Nevertheless TAFKATSUTRTAFKAP ascends to the "mike"

Purple: Yeah I'm the funkiest funker in this town,
There ain't no woman that wear a frown.
Eye wanna funk a lady whose got real class,
And Eye wanna funk her every hour and at half past.
Eye wanna funk her on the stairs and on the pool table,
Cos that's the only way I'm go-na show...

Music slows, and the Purple one adopts a falsetto

My love for God!
Total devotion!
He's the one who guides me
He's the one who saves me
From those bad things that Spooky Electric say.
Every night, every day
He's the one right at my side

Continues 4ever

J: 101 Uses for a Black and Decker Workmate
The beginning of an intercourse designed to relieve the drudgery of doing it yourself
FUNCTION THE FIRST: A holder for giants' toothbrushes
K: A Neil Bartlettian Interlude performed by Yello
A finest blend of furcations 9 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Insistent Latin-style percussion

Implausibly low voice spoken through a reverb that goes up to eleven:
The foul beast stands on the corner,
Smoking a cigarette, unaware that
the Prince is on his way. With
Latin piano, and Havana cigar.

Horns

Implausibly low voice, sans reverb:
We're gonna get the evil beast,
Or an accomplice at least.
We're gonna strike him on the head,
Until he falls down dead.

Female vox sample: D...d...d...d...d...d... dragon's dead! Dead!

Implausibly low voice, sans reverb:
Love! Money! Clouds! Colours!

Guitar solo (overdrive)

Female vox sample: D...d...d...d...d...d... dragon's dead! Dead!

Horns

Sampled radio excerpt - American female newscaster:
In New Jersey today, a defenceless foul beast is said to have been ritually slaughtered.
A man who calling himself Prince Charming the Third has been taken in for questioning...

Horns

Female vox sample: D...d...d...d...d...d... dragon's dead! Dead!

Music stops suddenly

Implausibly low voice: Carumba!

L: Straight face
The beginning of an intercourse in which partners' giggles are sought
Pork ... Sword
M: Let me check Fran's shoe, Bert.
A perversion of furcations 10 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Slow, sombre piano chords. Enter baritone.

Still ist es hier!
Ich habe was vergessen!
Ich glau-au-aube,
es sind meine Hafeflocken!

Ich brauche meinen Diener
Ein Mann, namens Bert
Damit wir suchen können,
und das Getreide finde'.

Wo fangen wir an?
Vielleicht hinter dem Kanapee?

Dramatische Pause

Ich weiss genau!

Noch 'ne

In dem Schuh der Frau
die mich gestern verlassen hat,
Und mich mit leerer Seele
Die wird nimmer rückkehre'...

Du hast schon den Begriff, oder?

N: Cartier Bracelet
The beginning of an intercourse into which branded products are inserted
Nicola took a brief respite from contemplating whether the ceiling needed Artexing, and started to slide her left hand inside the waistband of Steve's Calvin Klein trunks.

"I'd love to darling" panted Steve, but a quick glance at his Rolex revealed that he should have left the house several minutes ago.

"But you said..." objected Nicola, although she knew that she was perhaps a little to blame by opening a second bottle of Hardy's Stamp of Australia, as the label adhered to the vessel by the bed reminded her.

"You know that if I miss the Arriva Northern service, I'll be late for the Cadbury's meeting."

"Hmmm... I'm beginning to wonder if that isn't actually a front for ...

O: Oh Yes It Is the arrival of The KLF
A finest blend of furcations 11 and 2 of the previous incarnation
Offstage pipes and drums

Prince Charming: What in the bloody blazes of Cornish Dairy Milk Ice Cream is that?

Enter the KLF accompanied by full highland marching band

MU MU! MU MU!

FX: Machine guns and sampled crowd noise

MU MU! MU MU!
(as counterpoint) BE-ELZ-E-BUB! BE-ELZ-E-BUB!

Now beautiful princess we wouldn't mislay yer,
Here is the arrival of the handsome dragon slay-yer,
The Prince Charming's gonna stick a sword through yer heart,
And you Mr Dragon are gonna fall a-part!

(MC) To the chorus, to the chorus, to the chorus, yo!

MU MU! MU MU!
(as counterpoint) BE-ELZ-E-BUB! BE-ELZ-E-BUB!

Though the dragon here is the spawn of evil,
And Charm's gonna stamp you out like a weevil,
But darling Prince you ain't won yet,
'Cos to have the Princess you need to win our bet!

(MC) To the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge, yo!

Whilst Prince Charming runs to the bridge (I know) to slay the dragon, the band breaks into a rendition of Sheep May Safely Graze for no reason that anyone can think of.

(MC) Bring the beat back!

BE-ELZ-E-BUB! BE-ELZ-E-BUB!

So Charming Prince if you want yer lady,
You're gonna have rap like Mr Slim Shady,
If you keep it up for fifteen stanzas,
You will find that points make prizes

(MC) To the chorus, to the chorus, to the chorus, yo!

MU MU! MU MU!
(as counterpoint) BE-ELZ-E-BUB! BE-ELZ-E-BUB!

Repeat to fade

P: Stap me vitals! It's Vanilla Mornington Crescent
The beginning of a contest whose rules can be purchased from all good bookstores
Opening at Moorgate, home at Leicester Square.
Q: Tasteless Butler Did It
A disturbing alliance of elements taken from furcations 12 and 16 of the previous incarnation
Irrevérsible - arse the up
R: Bollocks!
The beginning of an intercourse in which participants strive to be noisier than the last
Bollocks
S: 10,000 Reverse Comments penelope wouldn't make to Blob
A finest blend of furcations 13 and 20 of the previous incarnation
[Blob] 9,993 I've got an important guest coming to dinner tonight, and I thought it might be appropriate to have some fluffy decorations about the place. Do you think your daughter, a bag of cotton wool and some glitter glue suitably combined might help sort me out?
T: Stupid Questions
The beginning of an intercourse in which asking for the rules would be a valid manouevre
What is an occasional table the rest of the time?
U: I, Douglas Smith, Will Be Playing...
A continuation of furcation 7 of the previous incarnation -- well, you try doing something else with it
It's the ACME once-a-day automatic trifle dispenser.
V: The Jet Set Willy Game
The beginning of an intercourse which revisits the warped creation of a Mr Matthew Smith
The Nightmare Room, denying Quirkafleeg
W: Small Earthquakers
The ill-advised combination of furcations 15 and 19 of the previous incarnation
POPE NOT
QUALIFIED CATHOLIC
X: Dull Nonindigenous Sound Charades
The inevitable marriage of the remains of furcations 16 and 17 of the previous incarnation
What I said last time pretty much stands, so I shall provide a little light relief as matt and Martha sort things out between themselves.

Multimedia parody - four words

  • Herr Horner *knocks on large wooden door* Herr Wagner, are you at home?
  • Herr Wagner Go avay! I'm trying to think of exciting new idea for opera.
  • Herr Horner But I have ze musical instrument you asked for.
  • Herr Wagner Very vell - come in.
Horner enters, brandishing the kind of instrument that Professor Branestorm might design to supercede a bagpipe. Not relevant to the clue, but I thought you'd appreciate a teensy bit of colour in this dull nonindigenous sound charade.
  • Herr Horner Tell me Herr Wagner, vy do you need zis big sack zat generates such a cacophony?
  • Herr Wagner Vell you see I am writing zis veerrry long opera.
  • Herr Horner Ja, ja. Ze public is falling asleep in its armchair waiting for ze next installment.
  • Herr Wagner Sitting on ze edge of ze seat, surely?
  • Herr Horner Nein...
  • Herr Wagner Ze trouble is. Is veerrry difficult for me to sit down every day, trying to write zis music. I need more inspiration as otherwise I think the plot vill be very uninteresting.
  • Herr Horner And how will ziss sack help with your inspiration?
  • Herr Wagner Vell, my old doorbell is no inspiration - always the same dull sound, every time. And if doorbell makes dull sound, I write dull opera.
  • Herr Horner Na, und?
  • Herr Wagner If you vould be so kind as to vire up that bagpipe to za doorbell I will write better opera as I will no longer be...
Y: Dee Twinty-Sivin in the Big Bruther Hoose
The beginning of an intercourse which parodies the only spectator sport more slow-moving than this one
Dee twinty-sivin, and the hoosemeets huv been sittin in the garden for siventyfoor ooahs
  • Nush: Brilliant this, innit?
  • Cameron: That it is, aye! Wild!
  • Scott: It's like, real cool here. Yeah.
  • Ray: F**king like f**king never been anywhere so f**king - you know like?
  • All except Steff: Yeah!
  • Steff: *looks worredly around, as though her next utterance might upset the apple-cart* Nice place this, isn't it? I think the chickens are a nice touch.
  • Cameron: Wild! But you knooow one thing that's borthering me? (drops voice) It's that new girl like - too much of a slap on you know. Dorn't like that on a lassie.
  • Nush: Yeah! And you know she's like here. And then she's there and like all over everywhere. *giggles* That can be really annoying.
  • All except Steff: Yeah!
  • Steff: *looks worredly around, as though her next movement might upset the apple-cart, and eventually decides to nod gently before leaving for the diary room*
Z: Just a Minim
A continution of furcation 21 of the previous incarnation
London's burning! The smoke's smoking!
Fire! Flames! Blaze! Conflagration!
Fetch the engines! Call the tenders!
Pour on water! Dowse with liquid!

Capital's enkindled! City's searing!
Pyre! Inferno! Flare! Scintillation!
Bring the appliances! Get the Green Godesses!
Soak with wet stuff! Drown with fluid!

*deep breath*

The conurbation that lies on the Thames is engulfed in bright flashy things!
The metropolis which houses the British government and monarchy is suffering from a bit of a "who forgot to turn off their bloody oven" scenario!
Combustion! Incandescence! Luminosity! Rapid oxidation!
Get those large red trucks with the flashing blue lights, camp sirens and long tubular white foam-spurting penis extensions!
Swoon at the tall, fit strong men in uniforms as they unreel the same and squirt it at the source of the problem!
Dispense of the charring hazard with a suffocating substance! Drench with dihydrogen oxide!

*collapses*

Hurrah! Three moves in less than a week, that must be some kind of record. I am so glad it isn't my go next :)
Incidentally, the Babelfish translator does a reasonable job of the two German-language moves (although it's foxed on more than one occasion by my rather dubious grammar and spelling).
Piss off!
[MF] Sorry?
Come to think of it, perhaps it was three moves in more than a week, which doesn't sound quite so impressive. But anyway...
[matt] I think 3 moves is impressive, full stop!
I think any move at all falls in the no-man's land between impressive and utterly insane. I shall look impressed while backing away slowly and making no sudden hand movements.
Don't hold your breath for a move
*exhales, runs to oxygen tent* [MF] Thanks.
Mornington Crescent
*shouts, screams, generally goes wild for The Great Re-furcator*
Who did that?
Hey, I'd only just started on my move! OTOH, I have no idea when I would ever have finished it.
Don't let that stop you - would you like me to reinstate this?
Well, ah don't hear no fat lady, dat's for sho'.
*waves red flag* We shall, we shall not be moved! [Projoy] Good luck with the move writing: I trust you've set aside a month or two for the process. I can't wait to see the next installment though... so many possibilities!
I've killed the audience to, I hope.
Is anyone working on a move?
[Ibid] I might be in a parallel universe, but there are not enough atoms in this one for me to compose a move upon.
[Ibid] You offering?
No. I can't do the plays to save my life.
Neither can I :)
[Ibid] I'm still working on one, sort of.
[Projoy] Was meinst Du wenn Du sagst, "in irgendwelcher Art"? Ich meine, so viele Anstrengend ist es nicht, oder?
[rab] You may find that posting to an English-language website in German will not win you friends or influence people. Don't do it again, or I'll send the boys round. Oh, and it's Anstrenge, not Anstrengend.
[rab] Yeah.
I have move.
But I no think you like.
[Martha] Well, I've realised there's nothing doing with mine for the next couple of months, sadly, although it was a rather good concept, tho I say so myself, so I guess your move would at least provide some action.
I wondered if you'd seize the chance to gazump me. :o) And I gave another night to add a bit of Ibsen, Shaw, Mamet, Noh drama and Thos. But then I thought "why bother"?
Hmm. My move appears to be packed with "extra closing / tags". I can't find a single one. And it all works fine on my Geocities page. This may take a while...
[1] The message clearly refers to the number of jammy badgers that need to be slapped in the faces of the Persians to evade the oncoming war King Syze: Alas, my daughter, fair as the moonlit sky
Radiant as Aurora's daylight breath,
You think I haven't tried to plead for clemency?
My servant, Standates, will soon return
With the words of the Delphic Oracle herself,
The vessel of Apollo in this world
The one who lured King Croesus to his doom
And chose the great Themistocles to be
Her reader, and the saviour of Athens.
  • Guard: My lord, Standates has returned.

    Enter Standates, and Massiva Syze, the king's mother

     

  • Standates: My lord, this sealed gold casket doth contain
    The words of the gracious Oracle. Nine months
    Have I carried this treasure from Parnassus
    To now conclude my journey with this step.
  • Massiva: But list awhile, my son, to my counsel.
    The actions of wise men outweigh the words
    Of but a single prophet. If the news
    Were not the kind you want, then would you kill
    Your only daughter for a scrap of reeds?
    I offer half my fortune, that you might
    Destroy the accursed box and keep your wits
    As well, your regal reputation true.
  • King Syze: I see. It's tempting. What, pray, should I do?
  • Audience: TAKE THE MONEY! OPEN THE BOX! TAKE THE MONEY! etc. etc.

    King Syze: You thus compel me to open the box. [Does so, with a bit of ceremony, courtiers staning with bated breath]
    The message of the Oracle reads thus:
    "When the seagulls follow the trawler it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea."
    A cryptic message certainly. It means
    That we should follow the advice of the Oracle
    In order that we might gain our deserts.

  • Meediam: But what is that advice, Father?
  • King Syze: That is the more cryptic second layer
  • Massiva: The sardines represent ourselves, it's plain
    And if we follow our instincts, then we all
    Will find ourselves devoured by the Fates.
  • Standates: Or yet, the trawler represents our land
    We must conserve our best supplies, like you, [Meediam]
    To ward off evil spirits.
  • King Syze: Verily,
    This clue could quite outsphinx the Theban Sphinx
    Let's hope and pray that someone can explain
    Its mystery before the day is out

    Enter (who else?) Graziela, Boleti, Azulejo, Lutenist

  • Euripides
    [2] Spank My Jammy Badger never caught on properly on the West Coast, as the badgers grabbed the table tennis bats and waked across the snow on them instead Watching a spider do its Fly impression.

    Doctor! I feel like a deck of cards!

    Spanklines
    [3] It was a jammy badger that originated the tradition of long pauses in Pinter's plays. It was only when Harold started slapping them that they could be made to shut up, you see King Syze: Piss off!
  • Countertenor: Warum fragen Sie, mich aufverpissen?
    Sie müssen jetzt hören, was wir wissen.
  • King Syze: Whining bastards. We don't need your kind round these parts.
  • Meediam: Yer. Taking our jobs, taking our livelihoods, you lot think you can come over ere 'n' take over, you think we won a bleedin' war for this? By!
  • Countertenor: Solche Rassismus haben wir nie gehört
    Seit wir in unserem eigenen Land sind.
    Doch, werden wir überprüfen, Fran's Schuh, Bert
  • Bert: [piccolo player] Fahren wir nun, wie einen ungeheu'ren Wind! [Exeunt Krauts]
  • Peugeot Good riddance.
  • Meediam: You said it.
  • King Syze: Bastards. [reads paper]
  • Meediam: I'm pregnant.
  • Peugeot Bloody hell.
  • King Syze: So what? [continues reading]
  • Meediam: Whaddaya mean so what? I've been sat ere waiting for a chance to tell you for hours and you go So What? How do you think I feel? Betrayed? Angry? Broken like a butterfly on a wheel? Hah! I'm all of those and more! You heartless pair, I've wasted the best years of my life on you and all you can do is... Oh my God! what's that under the cocktail cabinet?

    Enter Graziela and... oh, let's say... Barry

  • Graziela: Ah, there he is!

  • Pinter
    [4] So many people were buying jam in the summer of 1981 that there were virtually no badgers left to slap by the time they all left. Which is why shops could afford to give credit eventually We only give credit to idiots.

    Numquid tunc hoc dominum politicum

    Carpe Diem
    [5] "What The Jammy Badger Saw", an early draft of a better-known play (called "Loot") examined the psychology of the badger after sticking it through the hole in a doughnut and slapping it with jam. Oddly enough, the badger became rather docile and, indeed, attractive, as the experiment took its toll on the psychologists Enter Prince Minuscule, who is huge

  • Minuscule: Hi, Meediam! I need to sting Pa for a wodge of cash! I'll be meeting Lady Marmalade this afto and she's got expensive tastes. Have you seen him anywhere?
  • Meediam: Ladies & Gentlemen, The King! [All bow down]
  • Minuscule: Yes, that's the fellow.
  • Meediam: [while everyone's bowing] No, I mean you're the king!
  • Minuscule: Really? How inconvenient. Still, it might impress Lady Marmalade for a bit...
  • Graziela [straightens up, rubs hands with glee] Your Majesty! Let me take you away from all this! I plan to spirit you away to a secret lakeside hideaway
  • Minuscule: I say, steady on, old scream. We've hardly known each other five minutes
  • Boleti: Boss, this might not be the best time. There's something you should know about the King, he's...
  • Minuscule: Quite available, I assure you. [straightens tie, runs fingers through hair]
  • Graziela: Azulejo! Hand me the stunning aerosol! It's time to strike!
  • Azulejo: Um, sorry old girl, I've left it in the weasel cart.
  • Boleti: Bit of a stunning aerosol yourself aren't you?
  • Minuscule: Never mind, sweetie, let's take the time to get to know each other
  • Meediam: Not without me you're not [Exeunt all but Francoise]

    Enter Lutenist, now dressed as King

  • Lutenist: All bow down before me for I, the king is/am here!
  • Francoise Ooh lummy, a new one! Majesty, I ain't made up yer bed neither! When were you due to come?
  • Lutenist: [idly tweaks his instrument] Heh, well maybe you should take me to my room and I can fill you in up there? [eyebrows]
  • Francoise Ooh yes, and maybe you can show me your etchings?
  • Lutenist: After my itchings... [Exeunt]
  • Joe Orton
    [6] Had they studied the bereavement notice below, "Brocky, the beloved pet of retired jam-slapper Ivor Perversion, went the way of the trilobite last night," it might have been a quite different story. And Scorsese bought the rights immediately
  • Mark Lawson: When Byron saw the early morning sunlight strike the blue-grey sheen of the Aegean Sea, he was said to have murmured, "As to the cow'ring nomads of Samarkand came the warrior might of the Golden Horde." He could equally well have been talking about last week's month's effervescent eulogy of Tiddles the ginger Tom. Opening in a new translation by Neil Bartlett later this year, Mark Kermode, did this vibrate your whiskers?
  • Mark Kermode: No, when you get down to it, there are like a few key things in a certain sense wrong with it. I felt like I was instantly thrown into the thick of Tiddles's brief life without knowing properly what I should feel about the character or precisely where the artist was taking us. The plot, such as it was, became linear and really you know quite superficial When you look into it. I felt at points as if my sympathies were meant to lie with the owner, the bird, the Asian Flea, and there wasn't in my view satisfactory closure. Other than that, a perfect masterpiece of the genre, though when you compare it with the meisterwerks of Scorsese and Friedkin, well Tiddles clearly can't hold a candle.
  • Lawson: Ian McMillan?
  • Ian McMillan: Can I just say that no no no can I just make this point it's quite remarkable indeed one might in actual fact say in no small measure the author and I mean this most sincerely this author and I think I'm right in saying the single author of this piece, or rather pieces in fact, is likely and I'm talking about 50 years hence at this point, to, when it really comes down to it, without being entirely honest with us
  • Lawson: I'm sorry, we have to leave Mr McMillan's sentence there as it's time to move on to the new Soho outdoor urinal installation, Lisa Jardine, does this one float your boat?
  • Late Nostalgic Review of "Last week's nostalgic review of a late feline"
    [7] Poor John Lovelie is so named because of recently being mistaked for a jammy badger and slapped to within an inch of his front doorway Short pause while the stage is divested of its musical paraphernalia

    King Syze: Egad, daughter! This is no lovely place! We affect creditors and duns night and day, the Israelites beat at our honest Gentile gates as though the hordes of Assyria were baying at their feet. My stars, it's money we require and it's money we shall have, if the suits of Lord Angerman and Count Spondulicks can be secured. Now, repair to your chambers and select a silken robe with which to ensnare one of these upstanding young social pillars.

  • Meediam: [Aside] These venal machinations are intolerable! My soul is opprest with sorrow at them. I shall scape this house and seek out John Lovelie myself if Azulejo reneges on his servile duties... [Exit, upstairs]

    Enter Lady Thick

  • Lady Thick: Zounds, Your Majority, I thought she would never eviscerate these permutations! Now impeculiate to me the brobdingnagian taramasalata of your fricative plan!
  • King Syze: Not at all, my dear. You know of course of my dealings with that fearful serf Boleti, a man destitute of all charity and goodwill. Now, I intend to have him abscond with Meediam for a number of days, thereby allowing me to issue a reward in the names of the Lord and the Count
  • Lady Thick: Mercy on me, truly a dingalingaling brontosaurus plank! Faith!
  • King Syze: I then expect to collect on this bounty myself, and acquire double the amount I would from their dowry combined. I now have only to attend the arrival of my venomous servants!
  • Peugeot: gasps
  • Sheridan
    [8] Jammy Badgerslapping Covent Garden

    Baker's Two
    [9] [Deleted verse from the DVD] "Eye wanna funk this jammy badger o' mine/I'll slap it with mah cricket bat so fine/No m**********r's gonna slap him 'fore I'm done/I'll slap im till he's got only one lung" Sebastian: I cain't stan' any more o'this!

    Sebastian pulls a shotgun and shoots TAFKATSUTRTAFKAP stone dead. Cheers from Audience

    Belle: Oh Brother Man what'd you do thayat fower? Man I heard 'im sayin' he was the Prince! An' now we ain't got no fella to come dragon slayin' over New Years'. Man you is so inconsiderate sometimes.

  • Sebastian: Landsakes, woman, I'd string im up for the crows if I had to. Remember when we first met, you liked it when I did things like that. Hell, now you cain't stand 'n' be reminded of em. That's women for you.

    Belle moves to TAFKATSUTRTAFKAP and strokes his head

  • Belle: Man he was so hot. All he ever wanted was to get on the mike. Hell, Mike weren't too pleased about it but hey. He wanted to funk me on the stairs and on the pool table, too. Dontcha remember when you'd sweet-talk to me that ways? Oh ma Prince! Ma Prince!

    Enter Graziela, who immediately starts attacking Belle

  • Graziela: Hands off ma Prince, woman! He's-a mine! [both start rolling in the sandy earth]
  • Belle: Get yer own Prince, lady, he were makin' eyes at me ever since fourth grade

    Enter Prince Charming

  • Sebastian: Why hi, young'un. These dames, they fightin' over you, boy.
  • Prince: Oh the humanity! [bursts into tears, exits]

  • Tennessee Williams

    [10] Slide in a bunch of badgers by their necks, stretch them properly, coat them liberally with a paintbrush of jam, push two halves of workmate together and... FUNCTION THE SECOND: A portable "=" sign for signalling maths problems to low-flying aircraft
    101 Uses for a Black & Decker Workmate
    [11] The French originally took to badger-slapping as a way of getting thier livers to burst out through the top of their heads. This was then deep-fried with liberal amounts of jam in order to make a piquant sauce for duckling [Escoffier, II, pp.97-9] Scene 3: Police Station. Prince Charming is behind bars and being interrogated

    Constable Gerard: According to your statement (let me see),
    You were born in 1973
    And were raised in order to rid the lands
    Of any foul beast that dare lay its hands
    Upon them. Yet you also planned to liberate us
    From any awful female impersonators
    That dared get up and act most hammily
    With poor renditions of "We Are Family"
    I must point out the passage where you said
    "We're gonna strike him on the head,
    Until he falls down dead."
    Can one, in this age, act as you have done?

  • Prince Charming: My distaste's catholic; I despise everyone.
    I've never come to terms with this, and hope
    That you'll understand my plea as misanthrope.
    Besides, in fact he took me by surprise and
    Hit me with a showstopper by Streisand
    (And some other fellow
    I'd never heard of before called Yello)
    And if that's not enough, my clothing should evince
    My highfalutin status as a Prince!
  • Constable: Your testimony seems a bit alarming
    Whether or not you're the real Prince Charming.
    There's only room for one "PC" round here
    And not the one with bad behaviour!

    Enter Boleti

  • Boleti: Your Highness, news! Your freedom can be bought!
  • Prince Charming: I told you that I'd see you all in court!
  • Boleti: No, listen! I can save you from this tedium,
    But you'll have to help me win your sister, Meediam!
    I have the bail you need to be released
    Despite your murder of Miss Bourne the Beast
  • Prince Charming: [Aside] This callow fool knows nought. Perhaps Boleti
    Should go the way of poor old Mister Bette!
    But no, I'll let him bail me out of this mess
    Then maybe I'll get to meet the Princess!
    [Not aside] Gerard! This man's prepared to put up bail
    To spring me out of your disgusting jail!
  • Constable: That's fair enough. It's 1500 Francs
    Boleti: And now we'll go and meet your sister!
  • Prince Charming: Thanks. [Exeunt]

  • Moliere (in the ubiquitous Neil Bartlett translation)
    [12] Badgers can't help laughing when slapped with jam. Try it now Titter ... Smirk
    Straight Face
    [13] Bert actually absconded to get away from his girlfriend. In all other respects she was quite normal, but whenever they were in bed together, at the crucial moment she tended to cry out the immortal phrase.... [Exit baritone]

  • Graziela: No! I'm finished with oats! [All freeze, shocked] My internal reverie has illuminated the path before me like a glow of Ready Brek. It is the woman whose shoe was lost here last night who can save us.
  • Boleti: Nothing can save us. Our oat harvest was the poorest for two decades and the encroaching modernisation of the neighbouring farmyards forces us to move to Siberia.
  • Graziela: No. There's a thunder-cloud advancing toward us, a mighty storm coming to freshen us up, and it will blow away your ingrained indifference to the world around you.
  • Azulejo: Nonsense. You want to understand the society, you must study the oats. They dance and wave amid the buffets and torrents of fate and destiny, they yield their oaty goodness only through the determination of sheer bone-idleness. We are no other than a glutinous flapjack in the gaping maw of the Almighty. Bert, pass me that shoe.

    But answer came there none

  • Boleti: Bert absconded last night. He was afraid of the glowing light on the horizon and the smell of burning oats on the night air. [Distant sound of crackling flames]
  • Azulejo: No! They're burning the oat fields! Oh what a metaphor this must be! Help us smoeone, help!

    Enter mysterious stranger with one shoe

  • The Oats/Chekhov Interface
    [14] Try slapping a badger with a jam-filled Cartier bracelet. Or else ...your covert activities against the Nestlé corporation, your ongoing campaign to rid the world of the horrors of Nescafé, Milky Bar, KitKat, Smash, Smarties..."

    Steve put a Nailwell-manicured finger over Nicola's exquisitely Revlonned lips. "Hush now, Bulgari," he whispered, sending a thrill through Nicola's entire Lipo-LovelyTM torso as he used her favourite pet name. "Just ring your friends, Dorothy Perkins, Miss Selfridge, Ann Summers, St. Michael, Sue Ryder..."

    "Maybe not her."

    "Okay, just play with this Fort Knox gold bullion till I get back. My, you look truly Brillo-pad today. Your eyes like Swarovski crystal, those teeth like..." "Colgate, particularly. Bring me back something really special. Something like... like..."

    Cartier Bracelet
    [15] Princess Laguna is in fact played by a jammy badger. Not quite a celebrity in her own right, but after winning the lead in the new Scorsese production, just watch this space. (Needless to say, she's a bit of a slapper) Mrs Dragon: Oi! Your band!
  • The KLF: What about them?
  • Mrs Dragon: No, I mean you're banned! Get out of ere! [chases KLF off stage with broom] Mrs Dragon: Can't have them cluttering up the place. We're very fastidious.
    Dragon: Yes, I'm fast and she's hideous.
  • Mrs Dragon: Watch it, mush. Now, what do we do with this bagpipe band?
  • Dragon: Boil in the bag?
  • Mrs Dragon: Maybe we could do em like we did Peugeot the Fool the other day.
  • Dragon: Yeah, but that tasted funny to me.
  • Mrs Dragon: I'll have you know my cooking's Cordon Bleu!
  • Dragon: Should be cordoned off, more like
  • Mrs Dragon: They call me the new Rick Stein!
  • Dragon: Tastes more like Rix Petrol.
  • Mrs Dragon: I dunno then. [to bagpipers] How would you like to be eaten?
  • Bagpipers: Er, no thank you. [squeal on bagpipes and leg it]
  • Mrs Dragon: That's strange. One of them had a badge on. It said "I'm Highland bred." Or something.
  • Dragon: Don't believe everything you read on the pipers, dear.
  • Prince Charming: I hate to mention it, but I was just going to kill you...

    Shouts and screams offstage of "Help, Help! Save Me! Someone, Please!"

    Prince Charming: Oh what was that?

  • Dragon: Er - "Save Me Some Peas!"

    Enter Princess Laguna, blonde and ravishing, possibly played by celeb of your choosing

  • Oh Yes It Is!
    [16] I hope someone starts Jammy Badger-flavour MC next move. I'll slap em all round the court Hmm, you've got me. I *farkle* but reserving home at Russell Square
    Vanilla MC
    [17] The Magnificent Seven - slap jammy badgers Se7en - Paltrow gives head
    Tasteless Butler Did It
    [18] But not quite as much as the game of Slap My Jammy Badger
    Bollocks
    [19] I have two badgers right here with me. I've called them Penelope and Blob. One of them has just slapped the other with jam. It's all happening today on Big Badger! 9,994 I yearn for you madly, your firm, manly arms, your flowing chestnut hair, I want you to take me and hold me close for all eternity as I burn in the fire of your passion, as I melt into a glow of unbridled scintillating love.
    10,000 comments Pen wouldn't make to Blob
    [20] What is a jammy badger and why should it be slapped so much? If someone with a multiple personality disorder threatens suicide, is it a hostage situation?
    Stupid Questions
    [21] How about *splut* Oooh! Mkk mmk mmkkkk! No, no, this is clearly an outtake from David V. Goliath - The Rematch, a fair fight set in a boxing ring.

    *click* kwarkwarkwarbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Zhoomph WHAM! Zhoomph WHAM! Zhoomph WHAM!

    Douglas Smith
    [22] Unlike Jam Splat Wally, where a Monty Mole-type clone goes round picking up jamjars without getting splatted by the pneumatic pistons I'll open at Macaroni Ted, with a podume on the Spacecraft from Zzoom!

    Jet Set Willy
    [23] Obviously the Pope is an inveterate badger-slapper, and lives only on Jam up in Castel Gandolfo with his three little stoats
    OR SURGEON - ALLEGATION DENIED

    Small HYPEarthquakers
    [24] Clue: It's not "Slap My Jammy Badger!" [matt] The Return Of Fucking = The Return Of The King?
    And, similarly... [rab] Bored Of The Rings?
    God knows I've had enough time to think about them. Anyway, moving swiftly on...

    Aerial shot of a Flash Crowd: Film, 4 words


  • Ginny: Ah, Cherie!
  • Cherie: Ah, Ginny! Whaur's yer mahn, then?
  • Ginny: Och, he's awa' wi' 'is folks back in Mexico. Mind, Ah've brocht ma wee bairns!
  • Cherie: Hoots! They're bonny lasses 'n' lads, eh! Which one's which?
  • Ginny: Weel, here's bricht little Jack Daniels. And thissen's Arch Ers. And over here's ma braw little Ollie Roso, and a Monty Lado...
  • Cherie: Begorrah! Er, as ma Irish friends'd say. Ye must be real fussy wi' 'em!
  • Ginny:Aye, an' ma guid mon too! 'E dusna use theyer names, 'e just calls em all...

  • Sound Charades
    [25] David Blaine is currently thinking "Oh, how many jammy badgers I'm going to slap when I get out of this stupid box!" Many students have taken to slapping jammy badgers on the box and trying to mke them stick, just to tantalise him
  • Thursday: Today the big log-shaped thing was over here on this side of the box. By the afternoon, I could swear it had moved to the other side. I'm beginning to fear for my sanity. Honestly, living off the dead carcasses of house-dust mites and weevils in the bedclothes is enough to send anyone just a tiny bit bonkers, but I had the strangest feeling this afto, that the log thing was actually watching me. With a hungry glint in its stony grey little eye. My, these hallucinations are starting to kick in earlier than I expected. There's big yellow spots before my eyes too, kind of yellow, egg-sized ones. Log has started slowly pawing at them with what looks like a tongue. No, I must have imagined it.

  • Dee Twinty-Sivin As The Fly Trapped In David Blaine's Box
    [26] Richard Gere once played King Caractacus. Backstage, after the orgy scene, he remained so in character that he obtained a badger, lubricated it with jam, and slapped it up his... [Snip! Ed.] Now, the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus
    Were just passing by (All together at this point!)
    The current moment, the women of the seraglio of the palace of the aforementioned ruler
    Came past a short time ago
    The instant here, the females of the love nest of the hall of that monarch
    Went thataway slightly previously,
    At present, the girls of the knocking-shop of the throne-room of the previously-named regal man
    Recently travelled alongside the viewer

    The immediate second, the fascinating witches who put the scintillating stitches in the britches of the boys who laid the powder on the noses of the faces of the birds of the brothel of the grotto of said kingly bloke
    Forthwith moved along in the direction indicated (Everyone join in!)
    The haecceitious chronological point, the interesting sorceresses that placed the engrossing threads in the trousers of the lads what dabbed the heroin on the nasal growths of the visages of the feminine people of the mollyhouse of the realm's symbolic heart of the mentioned royal guy
    Crossed our line of vision a mere tad back
    The second neither in the future nor earlier, the intriguing hags as entered the exciting sutures in the pantaloons of the male kids which sprinkled cocaine onto the probosces of the physiognomies of the uterus-bearing citizens of the whorerooms of the kingdom's judicial centre of the named sovereign
    Left the area where we stand in the most recent seconds
    The precise minute I write these words, the captivating crones who set the absorbing seams into the slacks of the manly youths who chucked angel dust over the snouts of the countenances of the broads of the screwing place of the courtiers' rightful stamping-ground of the potentate I've already identified
    Departed my life lately

    So if you want to take some pictures of the engaging enchantresses who've lain the entrancing thin strings in the kecks of the masculine children who ladled PCP on the conks of the dames of Priapus's paradise of the natural abode of the country's trusted advisors of the number-one-big-fella whose identity was revealed by me, you're TOO LATE!
    (NOT EARLY ENOUGH!)
    Because they've freshly... passed... away!!!

    Just A Minim
    [27] Slap My Jammy Badger! Jammy Badger-Slapping was the breakout sport in this year's World Championship games, so I felt it was worthwhile publicising it in this forum too

    Celebrity Commentary

     

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