h a l f b a k e r yThe word "How?" springs to mind at this point.
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Yes, [eleventeenthly] does that all the time. |
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Like that scene in Schindler's List with the girl in
the red coat? |
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That's not quite the same though, is it? It's supposed to
emphasise that the huge number of people murdered were
each individuals and it has to remain in the background or it
doesn't work. |
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ah yes, you're right - that was a background image |
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Could be interesting if it were the other way, too. Color
background, monochrome foreground. |
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Not quite - the discarded kebabs, and the distinctive examples
of arterial spray on the street furniture, add just a touch of
colour to an otherwise drab, greyish-brown environment. |
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And of course the fact that most street corners are decorated
with the impromptu gay bunting of police crime-scene tape does
jolly the place up a bit more. |
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"Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough ! ..." |
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How about Monochrome Background, Colour Foreskin? |
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No thankyou, we've seen you in that video, and while it is
admittedly innovative, it's also in very poor taste. |
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Really, you should be ashamed. Presumably you'll claim you were
young and needed the money and got talked into it. |
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What exactly was an angry french woman doing in possession of a foreskin?? |
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We'll pop a copy of the DVD in the post*. When you watch it, you'll
understand. |
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*In a plain brown envelope, of course. |
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You two belong together, sewn into the same coal bag with
a giant jar of Marmite, a spatula and a bar of carborundum
encrusted soap. |
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In your dreams, mon amie. |
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8th of 7 pleaded with me to post this.... just for you. Who
am I to deny such devotion. |
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Who are you ? Well, a right fibber, for a start ... |
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// sewn into the same coal bag with a giant jar of Marmite, a
spatula and a bar of carborundum encrusted soap. // |
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Ok - so it was Max and not you. Does it matter that much?
Everyone knows now anyway. The halfbakery is no place for
romance and I tried to warn you both to be descrete. |
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