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  • #31
    Fictional book: The Memoirs of Barry Lyndon.
    Fictional character: Redmond Barry, Esq.
    Fictional movie: The Big Lebowski: say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
    Movie characters: any played by Ron Jeremy


    • #32
      Originally posted by TopHatsLiberal
      then, of course, there is always my favorite, The Rocky Horror Picture Show (which I still have to drag dear TH to).
      Please don't say "drag" in that reference
      “Never let yourself be persuaded that any one Great Man, any one leader, is necessary to the salvation of America. When America consists of one leader and 158 million followers, it will no longer be America.”
      ― Dwight D. Eisenhower


      • #33
        Favourite Fiction: David Copperfield
        Favourite Book: Memoirs of US Grant. Wellington by Richard Holems. Currrently treading HenryVIII by Alison Weir.

        Favourite Movie: Ahhh.... I would have to say, The Spy who loved me and Roman Holiday. The DVD of Battleship Potemkin went bad on me a third of the way through. Before that it was going great.
        "Any relations in a social order will endure if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy, which qualifies life for immortality." ~ George William Russell


        • #34
          Originally posted by TopHatter
          Please don't say "drag" in that reference
          Properly a "Freudian slip"! ;)
          When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. - Anais Nin


          • #35
            Originally posted by Amled
            Properly a "Freudian slip"! ;)
            Applause! Your skimpy premise barely conceals the "in your face" filligree
            of a tight but open question which otherwise may well have remained hidden under a cunning veil of silken modesty...

            And if you can work out what the bloody hell that means, yr'a better man than I
            Where's the bloody gin? An army marches on its liver, not its ruddy stomach.