I hope they never get rid of those Ceefax pages. They are indeed great comfort in the midnight hours.
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Few years ago, at a family doo. I convinced my little niece Rosie, that SHE had infact knocked over my aunt's very expensive ornament in the lounge, even though she had been no where near it and knowing she would get into serious shit for 'dicking around' I convinced her that she did it, nodding my head at her (with my index finger and thumb on chin) Whilst I was papping it in a 'murdoch' style way that I'd get found out.
Her mum went mental at her and I just stayed out the way in the kitchen sipping apple juice thinking 'it will make her stronger'.
...Oh, and when I recently recorded Cliff Richard on Loose Women to watch at a later date.
Quote: zooo @ July 23 2011, 2:54 AM BSTIn the early hours of the morning, when they run out of programmes and start showing the Ceefax pages on BBC2, I leave them on because I like listening to the weird early '90s easy-listening instrumental background music they play over them.
Do they still do that?
Quote: Scottidog @ July 23 2011, 9:44 AM BSTFew years ago, at a family doo. I convinced my little niece Rosie, that SHE had infact knocked over my aunt's very expensive ornament in the lounge, even though she had been no where near it and knowing she would get into serious shit for 'dicking around' I convinced her that she did it, nodding my head at her (with my index finger and thumb on chin) Whilst I was papping it in a 'murdoch' style way that I'd get found out.
You're a monster.
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Many years ago, I worked away from home a lot. Me and my workmates spent 9 months a year living in various hotel rooms.
God it gets boring!
My room-mate had a stereo tape player/recorder and one night laid on the bed, my friend stood up, pressed record on the machine and farted into the microphone.
We played it back and laughed. Then when I felt one brewing my friend would stand ready with his finger on the record button.
Word spread about this 'fart tape' and when any of our workmates wanted to let off - they would run into our room saying 'press the record'.
The tape grew longer and longer over the months until there was probably an hour of recorded trouser coughs.
It was impossible not to crease yourself laughing when it was replayed.
I was suprised at the variety of chuffs and guffs different people do.
Even now I can remember that Gary's sounded like a turkey gobbling and Daves were like a baby seal calling for it's mother.
One day we noticed the announcment room in a large exhibition hall was left open with no one in. They had a tape deck and microphone to make announcements and play background music while the exhibition was on.
We replaced to 'musak' tape with the fart tape, pressed play and turned the volume to full.
The whole exhibition hall resounded with trumps for 15 minutes until someone turned it off
Comedy classic Stephen