Monthly Archives: March 2011

The “I’m Picking My Nose” Song (Anarchy Sketch) c.1982-3

Announcer: And now: Liberace. Recorded applause. Camera zooms in on Piano. Liberace sits in jewel spangled clothes. As we pan to him, he has a finger lodged deep inside his left nostril. He pulls it out when he notices the … Continue reading

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Memory Tricks

Memories appear to be rather curious beasts. One particular one of mine dates from my early teens: The family collective are walking up a road to visit somewhere (I believe it was the Sir Francis Dashwood Mausoleum in High Wycombe). … Continue reading

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This Could Almost Have Come From The Upanishads

“Were one of us to love the good itself, which is wholly good, as eagerly as we all habitually love one good thing after another, though none of these is good without the good itself, such a man would undoubtedly … Continue reading

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A Touch Of The Jocelyn Brookes

” As for John, tied up like a sack in the chimney-corner, down came his cheese again crash upon his head, and, not being able to say anything, he said nothing” From “The Dutch Cheese” by Walter de la Mare … Continue reading

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More from Marsilio

“There is as much shame in loving money as there is honour in loving a man worthy of love. No one doubts, provided he has ever loved anything at all, that the lover takes himself from himself and gives himself … Continue reading

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“Blimey Marsilio, I Only Wondered Whether You Fancied Meeting Up For A Pint”

“You ask, my friend, what am I doing today? That which I did yesterday. Again you ask, what am I planning to do tomorrow? That which I am doing today. Our Plato has persuaded me that I would in the … Continue reading

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Hommage to the Music Hall (2001) Monologue By Sterling Harroway.

“I sh*t on the beach at Scarborough,   And covered it over wit’ sand.  Nobody there saw me do it But it made me feel, aye, mighty grand. That night, as I lay a sleeping After a long busy day, The … Continue reading

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