Saturday, May 10, 2008

some british telly for yous...

since the last post i decided that you all might enjoy a few youtube excerpts from some of the shows i mentioned...

here's one from still game (my favorite scottish show)-


now how about something from the young ones-


maybe some fawlty towers?


how about blackadder?


maybe some black books?



yes, prime minster for you m'lords-



father ted (am i still on this fecking island?!?)-



bottom (another classic from those young ones boys)-



i'm alan partridge-



and finally a bit of coupling-



happy viewing!! hope it's not too much- feel free to take them in slowly. revel in the british humo(u)r!!!

10 comments:

Meeg said...

Things don't happen just because Prime Ministers are very keen on them! Neville Chamberlain was very keen on peace!

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

hehe, ahh sir humpfrey...or is it to be mr. appleby?

Meeg said...

There's an urgent communication for you from the Russian embassy: a Mr. Smirnoff.

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

Standard Foreign Office response in a time of crisis. In Stage One we say that nothing is going to happen.
Stage Two, we say something may be going to happen but we should do nothing about it.
Stage Three, we say that maybe we should do something about it, but there's nothing we can do.
Stage Four, we say maybe there is something we could have done, but it's too late now.

Meeg said...

"There are essentially six options. One, ignore it, two, file a protest, three, issue a statement condemning it, four, cut off aid, five, sever diplomatic relations, six, declare war. Now, if we ignore it, we tacitly acknowledge it, if we file a protest it'll be ignored, if we issue a statement it will seem weak, we can't cut off aid because we're not giving any, if we sever relations we risk losing the oil contract and if we declare war... people might just think we're overreacting."

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

Jim: Who does know?

Bernard: May I just clarify the question? You are asking who would know what it is that I don't know and you don't know, but the Foreign Office know that they know, that they are keeping from you so that you don't know but they do know, and all we know is that there is something we don't know but we want to know but we don't know what because we don't know. Is that it?

Jim: May I clarify the question? Who knows Foreign Office secrets apart from the Foreign Office?

Bernard: Oh that's easy, only the Kremlin.

Meeg said...

"At most it won't cost us more than 100 votes"
"My majority is 91"

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

No we can't have alphabetical seating in the abbey, we'd have Iraq and Iran next to each other, plus Israel and Jordan all sitting in the same pew. We'd be in danger of starting World War III. I know Ireland begins with an I but no. Ireland doesn't make it any better, Ireland doesn't make anything any better.

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

this is my preemptive response to your response to my response...

Jim: Humphrey, to what do we owe this pleasure?

Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister I must strongly protest in the strongest possible terms, my profound opposition to a newly instituted practise which imposes severe and intolerable restrictions upon the ingress and egress of senior members of the hierarchy and which will in all probability, should the current deplorable innovation be perpetuated, precipitate a constriction of the channels of communication and culminate in a condition of organisational atrophy and administrative paralysis which will render effectively impossible the coherent and coordinated discharge of the function of government within her Majesties United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Jim: You mean you've lost your key?

Stinky's Mommy and Daddy said...

and one more...

Jim: I know exactly who reads the papers. The Daily Mirror is read by people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country. The Times is read by people who actually do run the country. The Daily Mirror is read by the wives of the people who run the country. The Financial Times is read by people who own the country. The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country. The Daily Telegraph is read by people who think it is.

Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister, what about people who read the Sun.

Bernard: Sun readers don't care who runs the country as long as she's got big tits.