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I've Started Something I Couldn't Finish.
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Dunno about you guys but I'm forever accidentally doing nazi salutes, especially on podiums in front of loads of people.
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Elon: “Heil Hitler”
the press: “hmmm I wonder what he means by this”
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And he did stuff like that time and time again. I was going to give Twin Peaks 3 a first rewatch this year at some point but it's gotta be now, really. Ah fuck it, the whole catalogue. Rest in dreams, ya brilliant bastard.
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That sequence where he goes from Harry Dean Stanton sat on a bench reveling in nature and human warmth straight into the sickening horror of a mother holding a child's lifeless body. Fucking hell, that is all of life's beauty and dread perfectly captured in a couple of minutes.
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The bit in The Elephant Man where Merrick shows his rich patrons the photograph of his mother remains the single most emotionally devastating cinematic scene I've ever seen. There was still tons of that stuff in Twin Peaks: The Return, which really does feel like his masterpiece to me.
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And juxtaposing all that ink black dread he also gave us the heart soaring joy of Norma and Big Ed finally getting together to the sound of Otis Redding's 'I've Been Loving You Too Long', a perfect scene. Good god almighty, I love ya!
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The pathos of the bow tie detail is slaughtering me this late in the evening. He wanted to look nice in the shop window.
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I'm gonna guess 'Yogaphant has pineapple...'. Impossible to find any evidence of these proto-Munch Bunch lads' existence beyond that clip.
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I've long wanted to see the full THE YOGS advert that interrupted the Within These Walls continuity announcement, as shown on the first It'll Be Alright On The Night, just so I can hear if my understanding of the lyrics is correct. (YOGGA MOB, YOGGA MOB, FUN FOR KIDS, AND OUR PICTURE'S ON THE LIDS)
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Cutting back to the continuity slide of Littlejohn trying to project 'no nonsense' but instead looking extremely gormless is the cherry on the cake here.
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Father-in-law once ate a dodgy cured ham (I could tell by looking at it’s lurid shade of green that it was well past “use-by” rather than “best before” date). He later explained to me - in a rather nice West Cork accent - that it caused him to “shit things he never ate”.
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Not heard by me directly, but a friend once passed a group of tough-looking youngsters in Glasgow and heard one say to another 'So, wee Davy, tell us about love.'
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LOVE Why Bother? I rewatched the Clive Anderson Talks Back episode recently and that's also magnificent. There's one twinkling look he gives Anderson towards the end during the final rock god Eric Daley section that basically says "I told you I can still do this spinning on my dick."
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It wouldn't be gentle, would it? DERRRR DER DER DER DERRRR yourself, you stentorian weapon.
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Having said that I wouldn't want to wake up and see it flying round the bedroom willy nilly.
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I was more fascinated than unsettled by the Yorkshire TV chevron. It gained the ability to fly about and grant sentient life to a dustbin during the opening credits to 3-2-1.
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Lovely!
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Ah yeah, the Gene Deitch ones I remember as being like watching Tom and Jerry if you had the flu.
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See also - Tom and Jerry when Tom is miaowing and hissing in the 'O' and his head looks too big. I believe FRED QUIMBY had virtually no input on any of them but if his name was missing on the intro then buyer beware.
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God, yeah. The justifiably howling outrage when it turned out not to be Bugs Bunny or one of the good era Tom and Jerrys but bloody Honeyland. A load of bees crouching up and down and singing, be still my heart.