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    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    WELCOME LADIES AND GNTLEMAN, WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY AND NITE, FROM lONDON ARE, SPAIN,ITALY, RUSSIA, ISRAEL,NETHERLANDS, SWITZERLAND, MONACO, AUSTRALIA,THE UNITED STATES INCLUDING CANADA AND THE GREAT ISLE OF MANN.

    WE WILL BE COMING AT DIFFERENT TIMES WAITING FOR THE GREAT ONE, BUT FIRST A FIEW EPISODES FROM JOHN'S DEEVELOPMENTAL YEARS.
    FIRST IS MRSTHING HIS FIRST FAN AND GROUPY WHO HAS FOLLOWED HIM FOR AT LEAST 50 YEARS.

    TELL US MRSTHING WHAT ORIGINALLY ATTRACTED YOU TO MR. CHEESE, ER CLEESE?
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    Here I am!
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    Mrsthing: Sniff, well as thy say in the old country, "My daffidils, what a fine bunch of buttock". His buttocks went from the bottom of his feet all the way to his waist. course he was a wee bit and that was only 6'2' then, butt a fine pair of buttocks he had. Used to pull down his britches and show them off to all the greyhaired ladies to give them a bit of a tift, you know, naughty boy he was. Even then,little JC, WE CALLED HIM AS HE WASN'T VERY WELL DEVELOPED IN THE POT PIE, but we loved him for his spirit and stupidity, little wuss he was at 8. Oh, me, what days of joy he gave us, tickling the wee lasses, playing bust a butt with the young blokes. Couln't put anything by our little Johnny cheesey pooh, such a danger he was, heh.

    I first noticed little John's talent one day while walking to school. So, bored he looked when a big smile hit his face...
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      CommentAuthorPaute
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    I AM TOO!
    SEX, DRUGS AND FAWLTY TOWERS.
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    Welcome to the party, girls!
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    Oh, here is sir Paute. Is that all you have to say about Mr. c's past?
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    Paute is a girl, Zelda. :bigsmile:
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeOct 27th 2011
     
    For non-members: you can actually join us for partying, but sadly you can't really register as a proper member. But you're able to join us as guests.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeOct 28th 2011 edited
     
    I first "met" John when he appeared in the "Silly Walks" sketch in the Hollywood Bowl show, which I saw at a movie theater. It was love at first sight, which should tell you something about my taste in men. I said to my boyfriend, "WHO is THAT?!" And my boyfriend said, just as dreamily, "That's John Cleese." An aspiring actor, he was a big admirer of John's. But he didn't like *me* admiring John quite so much, and he gave me the cold shoulder for a week. Son of a bitch. I should have known then that he was no good. But I digress.

    My next memory of John is from an article I read in which there was a photo of him dressed in a black wet suit and hanging by his knees from the limb of a dead tree. I sighed and said to my mother, "I want to marry that man!" Which should tell you a bit more about my taste in men. The fact that he was crowding 50 and had a gorgeous face and physique just made me love him more.

    Over the years, I lost track of him, until my mother died, and just to spite her, I bought "Life of Brian" and the entire box set of Monty Python's Flying Circus. And I fell in love with John all over again.

    Then I got to meet him in real life last June. Too wigged out on English beer and Caribbean rum, I couldn't find my tongue. (I found it later under a theater seat, stuck to a piece of gum.) So I just stared into his eyes, and felt like I was falling, and didn't care at all, because it seemed like the most wonderful way to die ever invented. Then I was in his arms, and I have photographic proof, and you can search that photo all you want and you won't see any evidence of Photoshopping, in part because I don't have Photoshop, but also because it wasn't necessary. I Do remember that hug. Oh...my....yes........

    "And my eye is wet by the fire," she said, "But not with lust or shame. I mourn no shepherd laid low on the hill; I weep in the starry flame for the joy of what I can never lose..."

    *ahem*

    But I think Zelda wanted a fantasy. Sorry. Reality was enough of a fantasy for me that night!
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeOct 28th 2011
     
    Oh, and if you listen to that video carefully, right near the end, you can hear me saying to Zelda, "...I would SO jump his bones!" Preserved for posterity.


    You're welcome, John.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeOct 29th 2011
     
    Oooh, goose bumps MrsT. Caused me to seek out your reference. E'en more shivery (play on words, nudge nudge, eh?)

    I have seen them sprinkled, weaned and loved
    The young girls fondled and wed
    I've watched their dreams go as grey as the hair
    That the limpin' sheepdogs shed
    But mine are as green as the tall pines
    That lean by Loch Erne head

    Beats the crap out of Leonard Cohen, for my money.

    I will arrange an intimate dinner for you and JC within 24 months. Leave it to me.

    thumble
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeOct 29th 2011
     
    You do and I'll arrange a trip to the Caribbean for you and Mrs. Thumble!
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeOct 29th 2011
     
    Deal and double deal :swingin:
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeOct 29th 2011 edited
     
    Whatever, it was a long vigil and my last. Thanks thumb, Chrissy n Big. Even Fan made an appearance.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeOct 29th 2011
     
    Whatever. Was a long vigil for chris and me thumb and big came by as well as Fan. My last party.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 11th 2012
     
    Noo too late. ..Every one go home. It is Mardi Gras time , now... Arrrrumpapsapa!



    Broke out window to get in house last night becAUSE tenant friendt friend messed up key..yes, she! Back in sister pot...
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    I don't have a damn memory of John Cleese. I didn't get to go. I'm going to bitch about that for a very long time. Starting tonight.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeFeb 12th 2012
     
    I will arrange an intimate dinner for you and JC within 24 months. Leave it to me.

    That was on October 29th, 2011. 20 1/2 months to go...
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 12th 2012 edited
     
    good
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 13th 2012
     
    Name your menu Mrs Thing. And leave out Mr. Creosote, OK?

    I am positioning for the big day, and I have to get it right. I might even hold the event in Bermuda.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeFeb 14th 2012
     
    Escargot in a butter blue cheese sauce over puff pastry
    Green salad with a parmesan/olive oil dressing and a dollop of warm goat cheese with a sprig of oregano
    Steamed Maine lobster w/the green stuff still in it, hold the butter. Or filet mignon, cooked rare, served bare.
    Chocolate mousse and fresh coffee

    NO raspberry sauce on the mousse. It is an abomination.
    NO waffair theen meents.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 14th 2012
     
    Yum...Happy Valentine's Day!
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 14th 2012
     
    Yum...Happy Valentine's Day!
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 15th 2012
     
    Your menu, Madame LaChose, will be calligraphed on papyrus prior to presentation..

    'Appy Valentine a toi aussi, Mdamoiselle LePied.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 15th 2012
     
    :bigsmile::bigsmile:Merci beaucoup, Thumbies!
    La Foote
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 17th 2012
     
    Ah weel 'old ze waffer theen meents until you leest espect 'dem, Madame LaChose (seellly leetle foole - heh heh heh ;)
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeFeb 18th 2012
     
    Oh, Thumble, I love it when you speak French! :heartsabove:
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 18th 2012
     
    :bigsmile:He really is very fluent!
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 25th 2012
     
    Merci mes petits choux. I kees yor 'ands wiz ma leeps.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 26th 2012
     
    CABBAGE!!! YOU KISS MY CABBAGE HANDS WETTH YUR LEEPS? You call me cabbage you Canadian potheaded thumper. Let's see what you look like with a parasite in your lower intestines when you get YOUR picture taken in Oxford.


    No more tacos at Hearetoe's chinese catina and chop suey house!!!
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 26th 2012
     
    Ah ham so saurree to 'ear zat, ma petite pomme de terre.. 'ere ah kees eet beettairr...
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeFeb 26th 2012
     
    "Mon petit chou" is a term of endearment, Zelda. He called us *both* cabbages. But I don't mind. He could have called us his petits champignons, or his petits courgettes, or even his petits aubergines, which is a nice-sounding word, as is courgette, but one means eggplant and the other means squash. I'd rather be a lovely pale green and beautifully round than deep purple and blob-shaped.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 27th 2012
     
    Ass is wha ah coll yuz ladeez "mes leedle potatoze"..si fermes, si rondes, si blanches, si - si - couvertes dans la merde...mais smellz juste comme les bonbons.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeFeb 27th 2012
     
    Je sais l'esppresion de mon petit chou. I have been called a piece of cabbage more than once . Hear! Let's throw these in the sister stew. They are really
    getting sinewey!