Friday, 25 April 2008
Spot the References
At the risk of outing myself (small, I am sure, as few people are actually interested in the contents of this blog, but then again I don't really mind as I am a narcissist anyway), here are a few quotes from my favourite film (well, "film" is stretching it a bit):
"I need at least an extra six PSUs...I'm using traffic wardens already."
"Yeah but when...yeah but where?"
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"There's something going on, I tell you."
"There'll be something going on tonight when I've had a few pints."
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"We don't want the whole street blowing up while you're away."
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and many other classic lines. I mention it only because I read in today's Times about a US ship firing warning shots in the Persian Gulf, and I was immediately transported sideways and back to that wholly fictional 1983 where the world ended on Thursday May 26th, bringing a swift closure to the Great & Super Powers.
And all that was left was vomiting into water butts; turning over to die in the inner refuge; collecting water drops in a collander; watching people have their arms sawn off; swapping tabs for whisky; hoarding an old book of birds for ten years to remind yourself of what you had loved.
"Skeletons and skulls. Of different creatures."
"I need at least an extra six PSUs...I'm using traffic wardens already."
"Yeah but when...yeah but where?"
--
"There's something going on, I tell you."
"There'll be something going on tonight when I've had a few pints."
--
"We don't want the whole street blowing up while you're away."
---
and many other classic lines. I mention it only because I read in today's Times about a US ship firing warning shots in the Persian Gulf, and I was immediately transported sideways and back to that wholly fictional 1983 where the world ended on Thursday May 26th, bringing a swift closure to the Great & Super Powers.
And all that was left was vomiting into water butts; turning over to die in the inner refuge; collecting water drops in a collander; watching people have their arms sawn off; swapping tabs for whisky; hoarding an old book of birds for ten years to remind yourself of what you had loved.
"Skeletons and skulls. Of different creatures."
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