POIROTS CHRISTMAS - for old and new chaps alike

While its true that Im a wealthy man  thanks to UK Maillas tipping-up of Liverpool FC to win the Champions League at 69/1 on Betfair  its nice to get summit fer nowt, innit? I could easily avoid Uncle Kaspar, but then Id have to settle for a basic hut and a manual lathe.

I have my eye on the**berk 9600 hut, which comes with a young lady who helps you assemble the hut and run it until its fully operational ; this usually takes about a fortnight. The young ladies employed by**berk are, without exception, very fit birds, and Professor**berk has designed a fetching uniform for the ladies, featuring court shoes, stockings and ridiculously short skirts. They stay over for the duration, and you have to provide meals, etc. This is not a problem  I have a cupboard full of WEETABIX and tinned sardines in vegetable oil.

Congrats Campo that must be some kind of record for consecutive spaced postings by the same person

Saving.

Nestor, just warming up... :)

The record on the old forum was about 250, but Gogoidlle got about 800 one night IIRC.

I understand there has been much controversy on Betfair regarding whether susses, hold-ups or tights are best : I do not know, for these are technical issues, beyond the grasp of the non-scientific mind. However, I have scouted out Professor**berk on the issue, and for a SUBSTANTIAL FEE, he is willing to prepare an ILLUSTRATED REPORT on the matter, to decide the issue once and for all. Professor**berk is known as the Hugh Hefner of Nowa Huta. It is a great honour to enter the gates of the**berk Mansion.

Most of the hut technicians Ive seen (and Ive seen a few, as I used to be a**berk groupie in the 1990s) are pale blondes ; indeed, there is a 15% surcharge for tanned brunettes. There are NO gingers in Poland as they all escaped in the closing stages of World War 2. All, that is, except BONIEK, the great Polish forward who played for Juventus.

Finally, I should state that the**berk 9600 is so called because that is the cubic capacity in feet of this marvellous hut. If you want a sloping roof, then add a 20% surcharge.

Now, gentlemen, you will understand my desperation to stick in there and hear everything there is to know about Poirot, Jason King and The Invaders starring Roy Thinnes. There is much at stake, even if one or two of the blondes have resorted to peroxide. Uncle Kaspar continues to relate these narratives in excruciating detail. He needs a good editor
When Scotland Yard came to fetch Poirot, he was buying quality Belgian chocs from the quality Belgian choc shop. Forget about that Albanian muck from the Poundstore  you know, the stuff that tastes like sealing wax covered in shellac. The assistant offered Poirot a single dark chocolate resting on a lace serviette on a silver tray. It was a WEETABIX-Buckfast liqueur, dusted with Horlicks powder.

In his inimitable foreign accent, Poirot gasped, Mmmmm  Magny feek! Hey mate, this choc is exquisite  geez thirty dozen. Hiv ye goat any Barrs Irn Bru tae wash them doon ? A week of total repose and thirty dozen o these wee crackers will dae it fer Poirot oer the festive season.

Thank you sir, replied the assistant, And a very merry Christmas to you, Monsieur Poirot.

As soon as he left the building, Poirot was collared by the Old Bill.

Iris was still nowhere in sight BTW - she had clearly scarpered with BIG RUBY. By this, I don't mean to imply that she was having some sort of lesbian affair with a butch daughter of Sappho - that would be slanderous. Or is it? Maybe Iris wouldn't mind. Maybe she could get Sparkmaster to offer a heroic defence of her sexuality...NOT that I'm implying that she is a thieving lesbo : I CAN'T EMPHASIZE THAT ENOUGH. I don't know why she stole BIG RUBY. She may have done it for the cash, to boost her sagging Betfair account. It's still too early to tell.
Over a big, steaming bowl of tripe, Uncle Kaspar told me about the time the English rock group, Radiohead, played in Poznan. Uncle Kaspar wasnt the roadie  he was the general handyman at the theatre. This was at a time before Radiohead had signed their first record deal and they were a chirpy, upbeat bunch of kids who were quite happy to tour Eastern Europe in an old VW camper van. They reminded Uncle Kaspar of the kids in Scooby Doo, except there were no girls in the group&and there was no dog.

¿What is Szcooby meant to be anywayi?¿ asked Uncle Kaspar, ¿A Great Dzane?? That show went downhill when they brung in-ed the Szcrappy Doo¿and then there was the Szcooby Dumb with no end of charaktersz they could add to the franchise.¿

In some ways, Uncle Kaspar remained a Socialist and he disapproved of this kind of Capitalism that exploited the kids, who would invariably pester their mothers into buying expensive franchise toys and bedspreads, etc.

Radiohead had to share the theatre with the Poznan Bluebell Youth Choir, a group of talented young ladies who did recitals of Bach, Handel and Stockhausen over the Christmas period. One day, hot-headed Jonny Greenwood got into a fierce argument with the PBYCs lead vocalist, Krystyna Czartoryski.

Just as they were on the verge of fisticuffs, Uncle Kaspar separated them and gave them an old fashioned leather football. He told them to go outside and work off the excess energy they had.

Uncle Kaspar had Radiohead pegged as rugger buggerrz, but they put up a decent enough display on the rutted tarmac ground. The game ended in a 0-0 draw despite the fact that the all-girl PBYC conceded a penalty in the dying seconds ; Thom Yorke pulled his pen four feet past the goalies left hand post.

Krystyna Czartoryski was in Thoms face straight away, wagging her finger : You iz rubbishz muzik ! Like The Fall and Elvis Costelloz you will never be ! 

Thom Yorke was inconsolable.

ttt ?

ttt ?

Just dug this out of the bin for you campo. Hurry up we still haven't caught up to where we were on G'Betting.

The blokes from Scotland Yard bundled Poirot into a car and rushed him off to see some high-powered civil servant, who explained the governments position. What a building, BTW  extremely opulent, with decorated ceilings, wide staircases and vast chandeliers. There was even a pianola in the corner, knocking out Knees Up Mother Brown.

 Ows yer farver? All right?  enquired the civil servant. But Poirot was having none of it. He went off on one. Poirot was SEETHING, IMO :

¿ Why should this concern Hercule Poirot ya numpty ? This foolish young prince comes tae London tae collect from Asprey¿s the precious re-mounted ruby whut the Pharaoh used tae own¿foolishly he meets up wi¿ some tarrty wummin¿ and foolishly he lets her get him drunk¿foolishly, he lets her go tae the bogs unaccompanied and she scarpers wi¿ BIG RUBY, disappearin¿ intae the night. Aw naw, mate ¿ this isnae a case fur Hercule Poirot ¿ ah hiv goat better things tae dae this Chrimbo ¿ mate - this is a case fur the Commissioner in LUNACY ! ¿

Unknown to Poirot, the young Arabian prince was standing behind him all the time.

" I like this fellow," said the prince, "He's funny !"

" You ur the prince - Prince Farouk ! " replied a gobsmacked Poirot.

Meanwhile, the pianola had switched to "I'm Forever Blowin' Bubbles." Poirot reasoned that the cylinder had clearly been set by a staunch West Ham United fan. This might be an important clue to bear in mind - I don't know - it's still too early to tell ; it might be a claret and blue herring ; more waffle, as there are still 43 days to go before Christmas. Is that right?? 43 days of this?? Poirot should solve the case before then, IMO.

That'll do for now Sea, don't want you getting over excited...

Uncle Kaspar bought himself a hoss with some of the lottery cash. As he stays in a multi storey - on the 18th floor - he exercises the hoss by ferrying it up and down in the lift all day. It's looking pretty tight and is due to run at Nowa Huta Park tomorrow. It's a big grey five year old colt called WOMBAT PRZEZNACZENIA.

Uncle Kaspar is on the phone and hopefully, we can post the runners soon.

11-111---------- POLISH SHERGAR 3-9-3&&&&&&&&&.A.Chechanowski
40000 ---------- JOCKSTRAP DILEMMA 3-8-11&&&&&&&Z.Zanussi (7)
22-210----------AL QQUDISTAQOORAMAN 3-8-6&&&&&...L.Dettori
012-44---------- CUSTERS ARMHOLE t5-9-6&&&&&&&&I.Mongan
300/03---------- MUCKY WHELK SACK 6-8-10&&&&&&&.R.Polanski ow 8
560023----------STENCH OF SOX 8-9-0&&&&&&&&&& U.P.Tempanski
00/005-----------AR$E ON FIRE 5-9-5&&&&&&&&&&&..G.W.Bush ow 37
42-110-----------WOMBAT PRZEZNACZENIA 5-9-3&&&&&Uncle Kaspar (7) ow 22
21/055-----------TEXTURED LURV BUCKET 10-8-8&&&&&..T.Lomnicki

Forecast...4/5 POLISH SHERGAR, 4/1 JOCKSTRAP DILEMMA, 11/2 AL QQUDISTAQOORAMAN, 7/1 CUSTER's ARMHOLE, 25/1 STENCH OF SOX, 33/1 TEXTURED LURV BUCKET, 50/1 MUCKY WHELK SACK, 66/1 WOMBAT PRZEZNACZENIA, 500/1 AR$E ON FIRE.

Godolphin have sent over an ex-Hamdan one. Gentlemen - where is youz money going ?

When does the race start please ?

Soon

I can see you lads will not blutty well put your moneys where your gobs is ! So you did not have a bet, eh? I am sorry to be posting in the dead of night where you are, but this is due to the clocks going back in Nowa Huta.

Godolphin made a big mistake in not running a pacemaker. Uncle Kaspar set a handy pace, controlling the race from the front. He has a clock in his head, just like Steve Cauthen, but unfortunately, the alarm went off at the furlong pole to remind Uncle Kaspar to reset the timer on his video, and Uncle Kaspar shot over the rail. WOMBAT PRZEZNACZENIA was eight lengths to the good before Uncle Kaspar was unseated. Another 1.01 bites the dust.

Maybe the 22lbs overweight would have told anyway  I guess well never know. Dettori made the wrong decision, choosing to run with the monkey-rags on the far side of the 6 furlong course. Unknown to Dettori, the ground was waterlogged there, as the local volunteer fire brigade of Nowa Huta had been testing out their new hoses.

Dettori stalked AR$E ON FIRE and MUCKY WHELK SACK but by the time he switched to the side where all the action was, CUSTERS ARMHOLE had flown. I know this is aftertiming, but I.MONGAN was such an eye catching booking. WTF was he doing in Nowa Huta ??

Also, CUSTERS ARMHOLE was the only beast to be declared with a tongue strap, except for Dettori ; Godolphin didnt want him blabbing to the Polish racing hacks. Not content with using a pair of ladys tights, CUSTERS trainer  a taciturn Scotch bloke called Marius Johnston  employed his wifes susses and he even jammed a pair of her flip-flops into the hosss gob. Why is it always so obvious after the event ? Those were ARMANI flip-flops !!

********* knew, as they went 11/2 in the shops. Loyal patrons of the Polish T0te were rewarded with odds of 82.6/1 as no-one in Nowa Huta has ever heard of Marius Johnston and his lovely wife, Deerdra.

Although Uncle Kaspar is still nursing his wounds, he is ****-a-hoop (literally) as Professor**berk has sent over a pair of his best brunette hut technicians. These girls double as nurses in times of crisis. Moreover, Simeon Chrisford of Godolphin has been on the phone and Uncle Kaspar is set to double his lottery cash with the sale of WOMBAT PRZEZNACZENIA to this prestigious international stable.

Chrisford said the hoss reminded his boss of DAYLAMI. Godolphin have been lobbying the Jockey Club to re-name the hoss when it moves to the UK. So gentlemen  your cards have been marked and your clocks have been punched : Look out for a big grey called DUBAI WOMBAT, running in all the major staying races, including the Melbourne Cup. Chrisford has the strong opinion that Uncle Kaspar was not doing the hoss justice at sprint distances&but what can you expect when you have to train a hoss in a lift ?? Perhaps this is why the hoss suffered from travel sickness if he went beyond 6 furlongs.

For all you backers of short priced favourites, POLISH SHERGAR finished out of the Zlotys, so you have done yer dough.

So&Godolphin dont mess about and they wanted DUBAI WOMBATS teeth checked out straight away. What could account for the hosss sudden lunge in the last furlong? They didnt know about the alarm clock and Uncle Kaspar was quite happy to leave them none the wiser. Since they were far from home, Simeon Crisford asked Uncle Kaspar if he knew a good hoss doctor and naturally enough, Uncle Kaspar recommended Professor**berk, whose thriving dental practice is renowned throughout the length and breadth of Nowa Huta. Humans, horses, dogs ; Uncle Kaspar will extract anyones teeth for cash up front.

WHAT KIND OF PR@T WOULD BRING BACK THIS KIND OF STALE RUBBISH TO CHIT CHAT, THE ONLY DECENT HARD-INFO FORUM LEFT ON BETFAIR? THIS IS SIXTH FORM DRIVEL AND IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL, EVEN THOUGH IT FEATURES WICKED MONKEYS.

GET BACK TO GENERAL BETTING, YOU NUMBSKULL CAMPO AND DON'T RUIN THE ONLY DECENT, BOTTOM LINE, ROBOT-LOVIN' FORUM FOR PROPUNTERS YOU WAZZOCK. YOU LOT WOULD BE BETTER OFF WATCHING EMMANUELLE BEART PARADE AROUND NAKED FOR FOUR HOURS IN THAT FRENCH DVD ABOUT THE OLD ARTIST, "LE VIEUX GAR¿

SHUT UP YOU SPANNNNNISHHH BASTURT. I LIKE POLISH PEOPLES ESPECIALLY UNCLE KASPAR. AND LIKE IT OR NOT THIS TAIL WILL CONTINUE VERY SOON. AND OW**YOU KNOWZ ABOUT MONKEYS, THEY AINT GOT ON EAR YETI.

TOO WAYZ TO SPEEL TALE.

**berk employs the same young girls as receptionists, hygienists and dental nurses, etc. There isnt even a change of uniform, except for the fact that they loosen a few buttons at the front to reveal some cleavage. This delightful sight takes the patients minds off the various nasty dental procedures. You have to hand it to**berk  those girls are never bored and they rarely call in sick. One day theyre building huts and the next day theyre pouring pink mouthwash into plastic cups.

Jonny Greenwood of Radiohead sold Uncle Kaspar 220 gallons of mouthwash and for a substantial profit, Uncle Kaspar passed the mouthwash over to Professor**berk, so everybody got a cut and everybody was happy.**berk also uses the stuff to fuel his Fiat Polska. OK **berk is denying the government some much needed tax revenue to build hospitals, etc., but does that make him a bad person?

LISTEN MATE, I "KNOW" ABOUT MONKEYS AND A LOT MORE BESIDES. WE ARE BRUTAL AND HARD BASTURTS HERE IN THE GORBALS, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE CHRISTMAS MONKEY NUT FUND IS NEEDING TOPPED UP.

I WARN YOU CAMPO -- DO NOT OPPOSE ME, OR YOU WILL LEARN TO FEAR MY NO-HOLDS-BARRED METHODS. DO NOT FORCE ME TO CUT YOUR HAIR WITH RUSTY SCISSORS.

WHAT HAIR !!!

Since Uncle Kaspars teeth suffer from the cheap cigars he smokes, he went along to get them cleaned while two of DUBAI WOMBATS gnashers were being pulled. Professor**berk is one of those dentists who have the radio playing in the backround so that the patients wont get too nervous. But for some reason, the signal wasnt too good and Nurse Grazyna, a particularly melancholy individual, stuck on an old Radiohead tape. A strange melancholy torpor spread throughout the surgery.

No one can remember how it quite happened, but somehow,**berk mixed up the X-rays and he ended up extracting two of Uncle Kaspars teeth. If theres an up-side to this sorry tale, it could be that DUBAI WOMBAT now has the whitest teeth in the equine world ;**berk tried to put a gloss on it by saying that DUBAI WOMBATS stud fee should be increased by 20% when he retires.

========== INTERLUDE =============

Drinks are on sale in the foyer.

There's a hot dog stall outside.

Theres no point continuing with Poirot at the moment as Uncle Kaspars mouth is so painful. He is going to sue the a$$ off someone, thats for sure. Whether its**berk or Radiohead hasnt been decided yet. There certainly should be a health warning with that dreary English music.

One thing occurred to me, though : Is it possible that Uncle Kaspar will now TRIPLE his original lottery cash ?! I could be looking at a new garage now, instead of a hut.

That may or may not be, gentlemen...but are you REALLY paying attention?? Spot the deliberate error in post number 49 : " Uncle Kaspar will extract anyones teeth for cash up front. "

Do you REALLY think that Uncle Kaspar would set up his stall - or dentist's chair - alongside a qualified practitioner like Professor**berk ?? Could he really pull his own teeth for a few extra Zlotys in the bank? If he did, then his settlement could be effected.

Certainly, there are those who say that listening to one of Uncle Kaspar's stories is like having teeth pulled.

For Uncle Kaspar's sake I will say this was not a deliberate error ; I will say that I drank too much mouthwash last night.

Bored with the telly and fed up with the sullen attitude of his nurses, Uncle Kaspar bought 4 different types of monkeys and he let them hang out in his bedroom while he recovered.

Before some smarta$$ on Betfair points out that apes aint monkeys and all that David Attenborough stuff, let me just say that Im not in the mood for it. The smell in the bedroom is rank, as theyre mostly old, budget monkeys. Although hes rolling in it, Uncle Kaspar still cant resist a bargain&I think its pathological&the nurses have started calling him Lester behind his back.

OK  might as well get it over with. Here are the monkeys with their ages and names, in case there are any naturalists or naturists on the forum. Feel free to ask any questions :

JONAS&&&&chimp&&.36&&survivor of the disco era in New York
ZDAJLADO&&&..baboon&&28&..on valium due to viciousness
PINKY FOOKER&..gorilla&.8&.son of Gorillas In the Mist star
YOFFO&&&&&orangutan&39&NOT related to the one in the Clint movies.

Several fights have erupted as JONAS is obsessed with Madonnas posterior in her new video where she rips off Abba and the bird from Saturday Night Fever. JONAS has taken charge of the remote control and he switches to whatever channel is showing Madonna : MTV, The Hits, The Box  whatever. When she comes on and sets up her beatbox&when she starts her stretching, etc., JONAS goes apesh*t --- like this : OOOOOOOOOaaaaaa ! AAAAAAeeeeeeeee ! UUUuuuuaaa ! OOOiiiiii ??

Basically, he sounds like a contestant on Countdown who has done loads of speed and cola and strong coffee  one who is determined to make Carol post only vowels.

Saving.

Basically, he sounds like a contestant on Countdown who has done loads of speed and cola and strong coffee  one who is determined to make Carol post only vowels.

Now, with the windows shut in winter, and no air conditioning thanks to Uncle Kaspars parsimony, there was a gradual build up of methane which went unnoticed. This was fuelled by the monkeys diet which consisted of WEETABIX and mixed nuts with dried bananas. JONAS, in particular, suffered from chronic staccato farting  broken-breaking of wind, if you will.

After taking a couple of Ibuprofen and a glass of Ribena, Uncle Kaspar was happily engrossed in an episode of Secret Army  set in Belgium by the way  when he made the momentous decision to light another cheap cigar. Everything was quiet as the monkeys had given up fighting and had settled down for the might.

Then, without warning  KABOOM !!

Uncle Kaspar is recovering well in hospital, but there were no simian survivors. The last words of JONAS were,  Aa  o  aa& which, when you think about it, is Madonnas name without consonants.

============= THE END ================

It is finished

Honest.

Too good to go yet.

Agreed, Tommy

TTT

Very funny, even when reading it for the 5th or 6th time.

Excellent.

Merry Xmas Vel.

Merry Christmas Vel!

Can I just add a DISCLAIMER here?

At the time I PRODUCED this piece, darlinks, I was badly effected by a micro-organism in a plate of wild rice I ate in a trendy cafe in Great Western Road in Glasgow.

I then became obsessed by Poirot when I realized that THE THEFT OF THE ROYAL RUBY was totally in-sync with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon...all of this happened while I was under the influence of the toxic agent in the wild rice - for I was itchy as fuq for a solid week and I believed I was a famous Belgian.

Now, as a SOBER man, I have come to hate this thread as much as Thin and Crispy ever did...and I repent in dust and ashes...

HAPPY CHRISTMAS 2009, EVERYONE...IT'S CHRISTMAS !!!!!!!!

:)

Yeah, YOU - you, you, with the smiley - you with the SMILEY - I want ROYALTIES from YOU !!!!

Excellent, Vel!

But not you, Tommy - in fact, you can invest the royalties in whatever you like...Stoke City FC...Fund for Old Soldiers Who Swing the Lead...a night of passion with Rachel Riley...whatever...

Cheers Vel!
Can I donate my monies to "Save The Tunnocks' Caramel Wafer", just for Bodil, please?

Ok, Tommy, that's fine by me - but you must send him some Seriously Strong Cheddar, too.

That may cause a total eclipse of The Pooliverse, Vel!

Yes.

I'd like to send this message to Bodil :

Bodil - breathe...breathe in the cheesy air

Yes, breathe in the cheesy air
Don't be afraid to care.

Thank You.

Hey Tommy - did you see Syd Barrett's two bikes sold for about £10,000 - he painted them himself. Wouldn't mind the sky blue one...and a few of Syd's paintings.

He can keep the DIY, though.

I didn't, Vel - but it has brought back memories of me painting my first (second hand) bike with old white emulsion I'd found in the cupboard one day - bell 'n' all!
My dad went mad when he saw it.
I thought I'd done a great job!

It surely peeled, Tommy!

I had an old Dawes Windrush that belonged to my Uncle Kaspar. It was far too big for me, but I swapped a loan of bikes with my cycling mad buddy. I'm off to get Syd Barrett's lyrics...

I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things,

I've got a cloak
It's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front
It's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should.

I know a mouse
And he hasn't got a house
I don't know why
I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old
But he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man
There a man
Lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish
They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I know a room full of musical tunes
Some rhyme
Some ching
Most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Vel, it's such a painful memory - my dad being angry with me, for one of the very few occasions it ever happened - I think my memory has blocked out whether it peeled or not.
In fact, I can't remember a single moment of the bike after my dad discovered it; outside, painted with emulsion, with an old coat I'd put over it!

Great lyrics!

My time with the Dawes Windrush ended when another pal threw a spanner at the spokes and I went over the handlebars.

That was our idea of a "game" in 70s Glasgow.

Ah!
I remember pegging (with a wooden clothes peg, no less) TyPhoo Tea 'collection' cards to the spokes on my wheels to create a 'go faster' sound!

Or were they PG tips cards?
I really can't remember - as I've never liked tea.

Millport is perfect for cycling, Tommy. It's a flat Scottish island and you can cycle round the island. You can hire bikes. I spent many happy days there, and a few unhappy days.

ffs - "don't like tea" & "hate cheese" -- WHAT SORT OF FORUM IS THIS ??

I really don't know, Vel!

I was brought up in a right old tea-belly' drinking house , but I never liked the stuff, except for a dunk of the odd biccie or several - and then threw the tea away!

It always tasted like licking a choc-ice wrapper to me.

Must have about 30 crates downstairs, Tommy - Trade Fair de-caff lime and charcoal - you name it, I got it for 27p reduced price. I have one cupboard dedicated to tea as I took max. advantage of the great Somerfield clear out sale of November 2001.

Good night, Tommy - I took a sleeping potion tea earlier : Jackson's of Picadilly SENCHA TOSLEEP.

I'll LEAF you with the words of KAKUZO OKAKURA, the great Japanese detective : "Tea is a work of art and needs a master hand to bring out its noblest qualities."

£5 a crate doon the Barras.

Oh, and ah...

"The Bitter Tea of General Yen" is on the DVD lightbox...

Excellent, Vel!

Tea's OK. You can't go wrong with dried leaves.

'You can't beat a nice cuppa with your whelks' - The Duke Of Edinburgh said, on paying a rare visit to Tubby Isaacs, East India Dock Road, London.

Merry Xmas

what what????????

Post early for xmas imo

Anyone watching Scrooge on Five? It really is a marvellous film (1951 version)

This is the 1970 version Kenny the 1951 version was shown on Channel 5 yesterday

That's strange pumpy, I'm recording it for later. It definately says 1951 with Ali
stair Sim when I press for info but a quick glance shows that you are correct.

Yes my VirginMedia highlight comes on saying 1951 but its certainly the latter version, I have also seen the 1951 version in colour but it was B & W yesterday, by far the best version of the lot.

Yes I'm with Virgin. No hurry but do you know if you can record from the radio? My Tivo box doesn't seem to allow it.

Never tried Kenny till now just gone over to radio 1 ( 901 ) & I have recorded it so there must be something stopping you doing it on your box, it should work.

That's encouraging. Cheers matey.

If you can't do it obviously not today  but phone them up they will sort it out, have a good day.

Funny thread