Ah, I see what’s happened here… you’re pronouncing the ‘t’ in ‘discrot’ aren’t you?

In fact, this is a contraction of the French word ‘discrotheque’, in which both the ‘t’ *and* the ‘h’ are silent, and […]

Open your soul to discrot, you Rockist!

I remember shockhorror when it was rumoured/revealed that she had a stand-in (dance-in?) but surely it wasn’t a blerk was it?

Next you’ll be telling us that Jennifer Beals wasn’t dancing IN ITALIAN and that it was dubbed!

‘Roll up, roll up! Come and watch the skellington dance to discrot!’

I’m not policing anybody.

@gary please don’t do this again.

Whatever your reasons for posting this thread, I implore you to ask the Mods to remove it.

@hubert-rawlinson

Not only a fantastic stand-alone sentence on its own terms, Hubes, but also one which could be seen as very encouraging random progress by an infinite number of monkeys towards an extremely […]

Ooh, nicely adapted, @jaygee

@hubert-rawlinson

Given that those ‘facilities’ persisted at least until my own period of Boro watching (’70s-80s), should that turn out to have been my Gazette and your pocket I can only apologise.

UTB!

I’m pretty sure that my lovely Dad was at that NK match at Awesome Park (sic) in ’66, as I remember him mentioning it during several subsequent World Cups. However, even though I’d been incontrovertibly extant on […]

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Blatter.

‘Float… flodaaahhhhhn…’

c/w

‘Don’t Touch That!’

My name is Rio, and I dance upon the sand
Just like that river of no-existent Bud twisting through a dusty land
Etc etc*

*Etc etc is Latin for ‘I can’t be arsed to invest any more time and energy in this’

Four copies altogether then?

‘Hello, is that the BPS Flying Squad? Yeah, there’s something you should know…’

Footballer: ‘What’s miscellaneous mean?’

Interviewer: ‘Think of it like, umm, mixed grill’

Footballer: ‘Ah right. Sossidges then’.

‘I can’t believe he’s missed that, at that distance! Open goal, absolute sitter. Back to you Jeff’.

Hardest job in the world, that, writing the Fast Show.

Is that like one o’ them really small zithers? Or…wait…is it the ones you play in your teeth? I think Sting had summa then didn’ he?

Pigs bladders, isn’t it, hmm? Marvellous.

Clip round the ear? Physical brutality towards children? Never did us any harm. ‘Know your place, sonny!’, ha ha ha. Spell in the Army? Oh yes, everybody thankful then. […]

“Sorry, we seem to be having some technical problems there. Back to you in the studio Gary”.