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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2004|02:04 pm]

[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Is there a room in this house that trains don't run through?
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(no subject) [Sep. 9th, 2004|08:48 pm]

[mood |touchedMeat]

Do you come here often?
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hit hit hit... end of hitting [Jul. 12th, 2004|04:23 pm]

[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |The Rock-Around (Bluebottle version)]

Greetings, studio audience. *waits for applause, not a sausage* Glad to be here in Flealess Finchley.

No really, I am. Took me long enough to finally find a community with the right idea: Goonage! I am a quote machine, but I will resist the urge to completely litter my posts with Goon type quotes. No promises (see opening lines).

In other news, we need a revival. *thinks*... ideas?

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(no subject) [Jun. 17th, 2004|02:17 pm]

Flipping through the IDMB, stumbled upon this... sounds rather Goonish, "Fred Fu Manchu" and Sellers playing it and a character named Dennis. Anyone seen it?
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Ooo, hello! [Jun. 1st, 2004|04:16 pm]

[mood |bouncypomme fritz]

Took me long enough to find and join this community, I'd say. Glad it's here.

This weekend, on a long dive, I introduced my 10-year-old son to The Goon Show via mp3's on my iPod. He had already heard The Ying Tong Song, and knew a little background on some of the characters, because I won't shut up sometimes.

In any case, while he didn't get all of the jokes or situations, he still thinks they are great, especially, of course, Eccles, who he got to hear threaten to blow his own brains out.

Anyway, I just wanted to say Hi.
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(no subject) [May. 24th, 2004|05:42 pm]

[music |Goon Show - Mummified Priest]

Duirt me leat go raibh me breoite (I told you I was ill!)
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2004|01:30 am]

[music |Goon Show - African Incident]

The African Incident show uses pretty much the same script as The Bridge on the River Wye. Its pretty neat hearing two different interpretations of the same script.
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Goon type script, newly partially writted [May. 21st, 2004|12:16 am]

[mood |sillysilly]

Greenslade: This is the BBC Light Programme, and may I say, a Merry Christmas to you all.

Seagoon: You may, young Wallace, well you may.

Greenslade: Thank you, kind sir.

Seagoon: You may, but you're likely to get a belt 'round that greasy fat nut of yours.

Greenslade: Why, pronounced (grams: long drawn out "why", half-speed) is that?

Seagoon: Because it's May, y'fool!

Greenslade: What, what, what, what, what? Mind what you say sir, or I shall tell the tale of -

Sellers: (hern voice) Agent 006 and 7/8ths, or..

Sgt. Throat: The Prime Minister's Knees.

Greenslade: Cor blimey, mate.

(Orch: tatty chord)

Seagoon: My name is Seagoon. Ned Seagoon, Agent 006 and 7/8ths Stomach. Our tale begins in the year scrinshun
scranshun scrulls, in which I met a human being.

Eccles: Hallo!

Seagoon: But only just. Ahem. Faithful butler type Eccles, you great steaming nit. What news from England fair?

Eccles: Um.... I resign!

Seagoon: Shut up Eccles!

Eccles: Shut up Eccles! Oh, wait a minute. I'm Eccles! (pause) Shut up, me!

Seagoon: You silly, twisted boy.

Grytpype-Thynne: Just a moment, Neddie. That's my line.

Seagoon: Belt up, you're not in yet.

Grytpype-Thynne: Very well. With a piece of wood, and that huge bloated Welsh body of yours, I make this sound.

(FX- bagpipes being struck)

Seagoon: Hallo, folks! Calling folks! Hallo, folks! With my leather voice cone projector, I make this sound. OWWWW!

Eccles: And da audience is makin’ this sound -

(fx- snoring)

Seagoon: Quite right, Eccles, quite right. Now, o thin legged chattering wreck, what news from England fair?

Eccles: Dere was a man this morning, what said he had a message.

Seagoon: What might that be?

Eccles: Close cover before striking.

Seagoon: How jolly for him.

Eccles: Yah, and he also gave me this uncooked leather sock what looks like a gramophone record for you to shove dem dirty great clod bashers of yours in and play it on de record type playin' thing.

Seagoon: Dear listeners.. such an elaborate disguise of a recording could only mean one thing - a secret mission for yours truly.

Eccles: How do you know dat?

Seagoon: Because it says so in the Times - "Lovely hairy top secret agent Sneezebloom to go on secret mission, look for uncooked sock". (giggles)

Milligan: We've got to get that typist replaced, you know. (Secombe laughs loudly)

Seagoon: Cease that naughty modern rhythym type improvising, Mr. Milligna.

Eccles: Alright, den. (grams: newspaper rustling) Page one headline. You're movin' up in the world.

Seagoon: I should hope so. I was voted Top Idiot of 1773!

Eccles: But this is 1954!

Seagoon: I know. That should give you some idea of my importance.

Eccles: Yer'd better be off, then.

(Orch: Bloodnok's theme)

(Grams: varying explosions, rattles, crashes, and steam whistles, concluding with a drawn out recording of a "quack". All of this over random Bloodnok exclamations.)

Bloodnok: OohhEEeohHHohhOh! OHHHheeeoOOHhHHohHoh.. OhhHHh... Ohhhh, dear. That's the last time I have curried pickled eggs for breakfast, I tell you. (Grams: knocking) OhheEEeohh! Oh, dear, someone's knocking in the direction of knock! I suppose I'd better open the door.

Milligan: Aye, or this'll be one bloody short show!

Bloodnok: You say that as though it were a bad thing! (Secombe giggles) Come in, within, or in a higher key - FIRE!

(Grams: cannon firing)

Seagoon: How very pleasant for you.

Bloodnok: Why, it's little Neddie, me old batman. (Orch: tatty version of the Adam West "Batman" theme) Not that sort of Batman, you.. you silly Mr. Stott type charlie, you.

Bluebottle: Den what about me? (audience applause) Enter junior trainee boy superhero Bloonbottle. Pauses for audience applause, not a sausage. Moves left, adjusts cardboard mask an' manly cape made from mum's old drawers. (grams: slap stick) Eeehee! You nutted me on my nut. Dat can harm a lad, you know.

Seagoon: Bluebottle, you spotty little cardboard and string ragamuffin, you are going to accompany me on a very important mission.

Bluebottle: I will do that, yes I will! Strikes heroic pose - strike, strike. (grams: slap stick, twice) Yeehee! Not like that, you twit!
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How they met... [May. 17th, 2004|08:55 am]

[mood |chipperchipper]
[music |None... silly comp. broke!]

Hello! *Waves* I am a newbie, but have loved the Goons for *counts on fingers* about 12 years now. Anywho, so I was having a read the other day and discovered how they met...

So picture it. It's the war. They are camped on a hill. At the top of the hill, an Artillery Gun stands, proud and waiting for battle. A one Spike Milligan stands with it... and *Gasp*, *Horror* and *Shock*! It breaks away and flys down the hill, destroying tents, kitchens, loo's with Spike running after it.

Well, it gets away from him, and as Spike enters the camp he asks a few nearbyers casually "Has anyone seen an Artillary Gun?" One of then, a certian Harry Secombe, looks thoughtful and says: "What colour was it?"

And so it began, the madness, the mayhem, the laughs. And we are so glad it did!

- Lilla

Ying Tong Iddle I Po!
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2004|12:43 am]

[mood |Dubious]

Okay, so this is the first picture from the movie "The Life and Death of Peter Sellers," that I found at RopeofSilicon.com.  What do you guys feel about this whole project?  I have a really bad feeling about this one...


At Peter and Britt's WeddingCollapse )

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