Brit thread.

[lewdandlicentious]

Does that make Og, Brit no. 7?

 

[Guest]

Nope, he's Brit no. 3. See the quote below.

I'm Brit no. 3 and being a King I look down on him, and on her.

They should look up to me, but they're probably selling stories about my activities to the scandal rags.

Og

 

[lewdandlicentious]

But of course, silly me!

Been a long day!

 

[Guest]

Judging by your AV, every day looks like it's a long day for you.

 

[oggbashan]

It is a very big honour, and definitely one to be proud of.

You'll have to let me know, next time you are due to make an appearance.

Lou

For about five minutes on 5 June 2005.

2005 Dover Pageant

Og

 

[Guest]

For about five minutes on 5 June 2005.

2005 Dover Pageant

Og

That looks very cool. I know my kids would love it. We'll have to make a serious effort to go. I might even bring Billy, too.

Lou

 

[lewdandlicentious]

I'm sure Billy would love to go.

Loads of open area's around dover, the cliffs are magnificent to walk along, and easily accessible too.

I always loved watching the ferries going in and out with fish and chips!

 

[lewdandlicentious]

As a Brit, I steadfastly refuse to let this thread die.

As an Englishman, I'll bump this thread as often as it takes to keep it going.

 

[Guest]

I'm sure Billy would love to go.

Loads of open area's around dover, the cliffs are magnificent to walk along, and easily accessible too.

I always loved watching the ferries going in and out with fish and chips!

Oops, sorry I didn't reply to this sooner. I wouldn't want a telling off from you.

Yes, it is a lovely place to visit. I think I've gonna have to make a concerted effort to go.

Katie-Lou - doing her bit to keep this thread alive and kicking.

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

I tend to see Dover as a place to go through on the way to France but it is worth a visit for the Castle, The Roman Painted House, The Bronze Age Boat (the earliest surviving cross-channel ferry) and the White Cliffs.

The Castle alone can take all day and high heels are not recommended. There are too many stairs and hills apart from the underground passages.

Walks along the cliff tops to the South Foreland Lighthouse and St. Margarets Bay will blow any cobwebs away.

Who knows? You might see Og incognito.

Jeanne. Brit 7?

 

[Guest]

Yes, Jeanne, you can definitely be Brit No. 7.

The wind is a little urgent along the coastline there, isn't it? Gets pretty bad along the South Coast, too. Nothing better than a bracing walk along the clifftops to invigorate the soul.

Lou

P.S. I imagine Og will be pretty easy to spot, but I'd better not shout out his Lit name if I do see him.

 

[Guest]

Pardon me, Britsters, but can any of you tell me about "SEX LIVES OF THE POTATOMEN"? I read recently that it's the worst film ever produced in Britain. Haven't a clue, please inform.

your personal ally,

Perdita

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

Yes, Jeanne, you can definitely be Brit No. 7.

The wind is a little urgent along the coastline there, isn't it? Gets pretty bad along the South Coast, too. Nothing better than a bracing walk along the clifftops to invigorate the soul.

Lou

P.S. I imagine Og will be pretty easy to spot, but I'd better not shout out his Lit name if I do see him.

Particularly as his picture is on the front page of the town guide. I think I remember he had to dye his beard to be Henry VIII so don't look for a ginger beard but a white beard on a large person.

Jeanne

PS. I don't think he could keep the cake on his head in the clifftop winds.

PPS. The National Trust 'Gateway to the White Cliffs' serves disgustingly fattening bread pudding. Yum.

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

Pardon me, Britsters, but can any of you tell me about "SEX LIVES OF THE POTATOMEN"? I read recently that it's the worst film ever produced in Britain. Haven't a clue, please inform.

your personal ally,

Perdita

Here is a link:

Sex Lives of the Potato Men

Jeanne

 

[Guest]

Pardon me, Britsters, but can any of you tell me about "SEX LIVES OF THE POTATOMEN"? I read recently that it's the worst film ever produced in Britain. Haven't a clue, please inform.

your personal ally,

Perdita

I haven't heard of it, Perdita. I can't recall Jonathan Ross mentioning it, put it that way.

If it's the worst film ever produced in Britain, it must be a real stinker. I mean, look at Billy Elliott!

Oooh, controversial.

Loulou

 

[Guest]

Particularly as his picture is on the front page of the town guide. I think I remember he had to dye his beard to be Henry VIII so don't look for a ginger beard but a white beard on a large person.

Jeanne

PS. I don't think he could keep the cake on his head in the clifftop winds.

PPS. The National Trust 'Gateway to the White Cliffs' serves disgustingly fattening bread pudding. Yum.

Hahaha! You've got me chuckling now.

I have a vision of Og, dressed as Henry VIII, cake on head 'n all, walking along the clifftops, in high winds, eating bread pudding.

Lou

 

[lewdandlicentious]

Perdy,

I've never heard of it. Therefore it probably is the worst film ever produced in Britain, so it was shipped to HOLLYWOOD where it would fit right in!!!!




That's a joke, by the way!!!

Jeanne, you wanna be Brit No. 7, with that name, sorry, I'll need to see your passport!

Lewd, just trying to do what the customs constantly miserably fail at!!!!!



As for Dover, believe me, the cliffs are well worth it. The Castle, as Jeanne well put it, is fantastic for the day. We lived about half a mile from it and visited it often when we lived there.

St Margarets bay is a lovely place, a small enclosed bay, with high cliffs surrounding, only one road in and out. Smashing little pub there too.

I loved the area!

 

[Guest]

This is what intrigued me, from today's NY Times online (just an excerpt):

British Lottery Funds Help Lowbrow Film Win a Jackpot of Outrage
By SARAH LYALL

LONDON, March 15 — Perhaps the best reason to go see "Sex Lives of the Potato Men," a film that one critic called "a sump of untreated dung," is to investigate whether it successfully lives up to its advance hype. Is it really, as some critics have decreed, the worst British movie ever made?

"It was absolute rubbish," agreed Charles Chandler, 59, who recently took a field trip with his wife to see the film, which opened last month. It chronicles the lewd escapades of a group of puerile 30-ish men who deliver potatoes to fish and chip shops in the Midlands. Mr. Chandler mentioned particularly a scene in which one of the men picks his nose and admires (in loving detail, along with the audience) what he finds there. "There's really no reason for that at all," he said.

What particularly outraged him as well as London's film critics and editorial writers were not necessarily the masturbation sequences involving strawberry jam and fish paste; or the close-ups of piles of freshly deposited dog feces in the park; or the weird sex scenes between Mackenzie Crook, who plays the strange-haired worker in the BBC television series "The Office," and a terrifying, zeppelin-bosomed older woman.

What sent the film over the edge in their minds was that half its budget of $3.25 million, came from public funds. The money was allocated by the U.K. Film Council, a public body financed by the national lottery, whose mission is to promote the British film industry. The critic Peter Bradshaw wrote in The Guardian, "The urgent debate for our native film industry seems to me to be as follows: should we put the gun barrel to our temples, or in our mouths for a cleaner kill?"

 

[Guest]

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As for Dover, believe me, the cliffs are well worth it. The Castle, as Jeanne well put it, is fantastic for the day. We lived about half a mile from it and visited it often when we lived there.

St Margarets bay is a lovely place, a small enclosed bay, with high cliffs surrounding, only one road in and out. Smashing little pub there too.

I loved the area!

I'm even more keen to go now, coming so highly recommended from you.

Fancy being my personal tour guide?

KT

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

Here is another link. DON'T click anywhere on the flashing banners.

Review

Jeanne

 

[jeanne_d_artois]

Jeanne, you wanna be Brit No. 7, with that name, sorry, I'll need to see your passport!

Lewd, just trying to do what the customs constantly miserably fail at!!!!!



As for Dover, believe me, the cliffs are well worth it. The Castle, as Jeanne well put it, is fantastic for the day. We lived about half a mile from it and visited it often when we lived there.

St Margarets bay is a lovely place, a small enclosed bay, with high cliffs surrounding, only one road in and out. Smashing little pub there too.

I loved the area!

So did Ian Fleming. He owned the large house on the beach in St Margarets Bay. Channel swimmers leave from there.

Just don't dig in the beach. Most of the telephone cables linking Britain to the rest of Europe are buried in it.

Marconi made the first cross-channel Radio transmission from the South Foreland Lighthouse to Wimereux.

Bleriot landed on the first cross-channel flight between Dover Castle and the bread pudding cafe.

Jeanne (Brit born in France of Brit parents.)

Edited for PS. The Coastguard (the pub in St Margarets Bay) is run by the people who used to run The Royal in Deal (as visited by Nelson and Lady Hamilton). The Coastguard's food is worth the visit.

 

[Guest]

This is what intrigued me, from today's NY Times online (just an excerpt):

British Lottery Funds Help Lowbrow Film Win a Jackpot of Outrage
By SARAH LYALL

LONDON, March 15 — Perhaps the best reason to go see "Sex Lives of the Potato Men," a film that one critic called "a sump of untreated dung," is to investigate whether it successfully lives up to its advance hype. Is it really, as some critics have decreed, the worst British movie ever made?

"It was absolute rubbish," agreed Charles Chandler, 59, who recently took a field trip with his wife to see the film, which opened last month. It chronicles the lewd escapades of a group of puerile 30-ish men who deliver potatoes to fish and chip shops in the Midlands. Mr. Chandler mentioned particularly a scene in which one of the men picks his nose and admires (in loving detail, along with the audience) what he finds there. "There's really no reason for that at all," he said.

What particularly outraged him as well as London's film critics and editorial writers were not necessarily the masturbation sequences involving strawberry jam and fish paste; or the close-ups of piles of freshly deposited dog feces in the park; or the weird sex scenes between Mackenzie Crook, who plays the strange-haired worker in the BBC television series "The Office," and a terrifying, zeppelin-bosomed older woman.

What sent the film over the edge in their minds was that half its budget of $3.25 million, came from public funds. The money was allocated by the U.K. Film Council, a public body financed by the national lottery, whose mission is to promote the British film industry. The critic Peter Bradshaw wrote in The Guardian, "The urgent debate for our native film industry seems to me to be as follows: should we put the gun barrel to our temples, or in our mouths for a cleaner kill?"

Hahaha! I'm almost tempted to hunt it out and see it now; to see for myself quite how crap it is.

Shame a lot of Lottery charity money was wasted on it, though.

Lou

 

[Guest]

Shame a lot of Lottery charity money was wasted on it, though.

Yeah, wish I knew how the Lotto could fund Joe's new script. Do let me know if you see it. P.

 

[lewdandlicentious]

So did Ian Fleming. He owned the large house on the beach in St Margarets Bay. Channel swimmers leave from there.

Bleriot landed on the first cross-channel flight between Dover Castle and the bread pudding cafe.

Jeanne (Brit born in France of Brit parents.)

Edited for PS. The Coastguard (the pub in St Margarets Bay) is run by the people who used to run The Royal in Deal (as visited by Nelson and Lady Hamilton). The Coastguard's food is worth the visit.

I left there sadly in 1995 after three years. Having lived in Germany previously for ten years, once we got used to it we fell in love.

I'd forgotten about Fleming's house, and couldn't remember the name of the "Bleriot" monument. I used to go running up and down those very hills. Not by choice you understand!!!

Much of England is beautiful and Kent boasts much of that beauty.

Together with Deal, Folkestone and Canterbury, the whole area is steeped with beauty and history!

You're ust trying to prove how British you are, aren't you??

You're doing a good job!

 

[oggbashan]

Did I hear someone call?

I think I heard someone talking about me.

Jeanne and I must visit the same places. Perhaps she reads my work...

Here is a story I wrote about St Margarets Bay.

St Margaret’s Bay, Kent

The most important building in the bay is not the prominent white house once occupied by Ian Fleming, nor the Hotel. It is an insignificant hut erected by the Engineering Department of the General Post Office. In that hut was the termination of the world’s first undersea telegraph cable and now houses most of the telephone cables linking the UK to Europe.

During World War Two the Germans occupied Belgium and took over the European end of these cables. To their surprise the cables were still connected. After an exchange of insults with those at the English end of the cable the Germans cut the line and it stayed cut until Belgium was liberated.

They had cut the cable inside the telephone exchange. They staffed the exchange from a German signals regiment but kept on the Belgian caretaker who was a crippled veteran of the First World War. They should have enquired further about him. They didn’t know that he had retired as a telephone engineer before becoming the caretaker. They also didn’t know that he had contacts in Holland who had programmed their modern telephone system so that untraceable calls could be made.

He reconnected the cable to England from the manhole outside the building through a sewer and into the back of the exchange equipment.

Once that was done the telephones in Holland and Belgium could be used to make calls to England. Why should anyone risk operating a radio transmitter when all they had to do was pick up the telephone and make an untraceable call to England free of charge?

The English couldn’t telephone to Belgium or Holland because the
General Post Office’s equipment was not modern enough to operate the Dutch system. They could transmit messages through the BBC. “Ring home, Hans”.

The caretaker’s finest moment and worst disappointment came when the Germans sent two large ships from France on the “Channel Dash”. He had the information in a phone call from the French Resistance. He connected his telephone and spoke to London. They believed him but acted too late. The German ships got through with minor damage.

After the war the caretaker was presented with medals from the
British and Belgian governments. What he really wanted he received as well. He went to St. Margaret’s Bay to see that insignificant hut and had a cup of tea with its caretaker.