Comments on: Guest Post Tuesday: Morticia

By: Kerry

Kerry — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 11:35:37 +0000

Perhaps you can combine the hand with some road rage deterrent – you could get it to open and give someone a wave if they’re getting too close, although it might cause accidents!

By: morticia

morticia — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:14:17 +0000

I’m allergic to Kenneth Branagh but I’d have watched him too to avoid the repetitive awfulness of the Lady Diane coverage. I seem to remember Mr Pops and I having sweepstakes and bargaining making cups of tea over the coverage eg I bet you 10p they say fashion icon in the next sentence and that kind of thing.

Its actaully re-runs of The Saint and Randall and Hopkirk Deceased I rush home for.

I’m hoping my Dad will make me a big coffin I can put in the back and have the lid slightly open with a hand coming out…..

By: Kerry

Kerry — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 15:55:04 +0000

I remember watching Kenneth Brannagh’s Hamlet the day Lady Di died. Mainly because it was over 4 hours long and gave me an alternative to the continuous coverage of a tunnel entrance on all of the tv channels. I’m sorry that she died and that 2 boys lost their mother, but it’s been over 10 years people!!! It’s not like the inquest’s outcome was ever going to convince any conspiracy theorists anyway.

I wondered why you really chose to work part time – Jermemy bloody Kyle. Is it like running home from school to get back in time for Grange Hill? I saw my first episode of JK on the morning I gave birth to Evan, I know which activity I preferred!

And Mr Pops offering to buy you a hearse – fantastic! I can just see you now, with a bed for Brezeska in the back :)

By: Morticia

Morticia — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 06:56:53 +0000

Un-relaxed Dad – I shall have to look up The Mouldy Peaches as I’ve never heard of it/them though I have had a mouldy peach or two in the fruit bowl in days gone by, before I realised that it was their fuzzy skin that put me off eating them.

Never mind her haircut – what about the blue mascara? Dreadful.

Whats the unbelievably vulgar story? I’m agog to find out.

By: (un)relaxeddad

(un)relaxeddad — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:21:50 +0000

I think high anglican priest schools are called seminaries. I was told a story about one by a vicar which was unbelievably vulgar but back to Princess Diana. My mother's always had a soft spot for her. But that hair cut! Devastated a whole generation. I think you'd probably like The Moldy Peaches. (un)relaxeddad's last blog post..Crikey, is that the time?

By: Morticia

Morticia — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 17:05:03 +0000

I also meant to add – you can still get Toast Toppers in the Morrissons in Sheffield and goblin pies and goblin tinned hamburgers too, though I don’t think they are actually made out of goblins.

I also feel I ought to explain why I call her ‘Lady Diane’ – partly its because I’m sure its what she would have wanted but also a chum of mine os a dj on local radio and so has lots of ‘local characters’ calling in. One of these always gets the names of people, songs, bands etc slightly wrong – hence she became Lady Diane. Her full title in this house is ‘Lady Diane of Love of Our Hearts’.

By: Morticia

Morticia — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 17:01:27 +0000

Penelope – bless you sweetie, you’re not the only person to complain about me making them spit liquid onto their computer. I once wrote a fake condolence on Lady Diane Condolence website from someone called M Teresa who said Diane was a good sort and always helped out with the ironing of teatowels. They said diet coke was terribly difficult to remove from the monitor.

Arjan – my teachers always complained about my tendency to ‘go off at a tangent’ at the slightest provocation. Its not a tendency I’ve grown out of.

Oli – I think a Catholic Priests School is called a seminary, but I don’t know if its the same for vicars. My Nana was a very staunch catholic indeed and if she were here she would have said something like ‘it doesn’t matter what its called because they’re not proper priests anyway’. Needless to say she was appalled by my atheism.

By: Oli

Oli — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:52:37 +0000

Ah, gin and whores. It’s been a while since I’ve been to such a party.
While in Glasgow at the weekend, I heard a story of someone who turned up with a friend from priest school (I can’t remember the correct term for it), who was aptly dressed as a priest.

Cue questions of “is it a tarts and vicars party?” and the predictable, yet tiresome of reply (all throughout the evening) of “no, I’m actually a vicar”.

This story can be added to my long list of ‘that was funnier before I said it’ stories/jokes/thoughts.

By: Arjan

Arjan — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:01:06 +0000

so many subjects in one great post!
Diana, Tibet, Batman, whores, butter and driving lessons.
Who would’ve ever thought all these different words would fit into one story ;)

Arjan’s last blog post..Braaaaaaaaaaaains!

By: Penelope

Penelope — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:22:03 +0000

Oh God that was brilliant! I don’t know where to start…
Diana inquest – too bloody right! Geeezus it drives me nuts!
Toast Toppers – Wow I hadn’t thought of them in like forever! Can you still get them?? The vomit thing made me spit wine – I should hate you for that.
Please drive, you can’t be anything like as bad as the wankers who share my commute ;o)

Penelope’s last blog post..All alone…