I haven’t heard anything from the great Frank Sidebottom for years. Sniff. Now there was comedy at its finest.
Apparently a few other people remember the good times n’all though.
The last one contains use of the word “bobbins”
I particularly like the name “Frank’s World Wide Shed”. Marvellous.
And Little Frank beat Mini-Me by about 15 years.
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Let’s see, being paid $7 million to be stuck in a box for 44 days to have hordes of random women walk up and flash their goody bits at you… Is there any straight male who would turn this kind of an offer down? I know I wouldn’t.
Yes.
No.
IMHO, anyway.
Esprix
Respect?
For Fucking What?!
I’m reviewing my David Blaine book and yes, he does mention Uri Gellar as a friend several times, and yes, he does get a little new agey psychicy once or twice.
Somebody said that Houdini was an escape artist and Blaine wasn’t. This isn’t true. Blaine can do and has done escapes, and Houdini had certainly done more than his share of endurance type stunts.
Houdini’s rep was made on challenges though. People and companys in the security business would challenge him to bust out of their best products, occasionally keeping things secret from him (but openly saying they would not specify the restraint, or position he would be bound in.)
Houdini generally accepted thes challenges and typically beat them pretty handily.
The guy used to get publicity by going into a town and getting the police to throw him in jail (as a test.) He’d bust out in about a minute.
I don’t think Blaine could do that, but Houdini did do quite a few endurance type challenges, like the famous one where he outdid a fakir by staying underwater in a coffin for an hour and a half while the fakir could only do an hour (although Houdini almost killed himself on that one.)
And there is some controversy surrounding Houdini’s death as I previously described it.
Houdini technically died of a ruptured appendix. It’s not clear whether it got ruptured while getting hit, or if the pain from getting hit unprepared caused him to overlook acute appendicitis.
Some forensic types say you can’t rupture an appendix by punching somebody.
This is the first time I have ever come close to reading an five page thread from start to finish. The pranks you Brits are pulling are priceless and this 'merican applauds you. paulberserker, you are my hero.
Haj
why thank you. i have my moments. now i’m gonna check channel 4 to see if the man with no brain has lost his fucking beans yet in that fishtank…
ha! check this out .
well, he’s done it now. he’s offended Gloria Estefan!
and Adam Ant’s gonna turn up and play with the ants! even though he’s as fruit loopy as Blaine is! and arent most of the Ants dead?! perhaps he will reanimate their corpses with ‘the power of punk’
I shall have to invent a new letter for these people, a letter below Z to describe their celebrity staus. how about fi, or ›?
According to BBC news the latest hilarious fun-packed gag is an attempt to cut the cables on the plastic box.
This idea is my favourite so far:
"Tormentors have also thrown eggs and bananas and even** sent a burger up on a remote controlled helicopter**. "
This individual is blessed with genius
wouldnt you need like an angle grinder or something to cut the cables? i didnt look too close on sunday, but i’d assume they were steel cable.
as i said before, the securitys crap. especially if some guy got up the scaffolding close enough to have a go.
Blaine: “i’d be shitting myself, but i lost that option about 4 days ago…”
OK, that’s going way too far.
Stick to remote-control-helicopter burgers.
I thought it was his spleen, not his appendix, that was ruptured. I wouldn’t think you could damage the appendix through a blow as easily as the spleen.
That’s so stupid, trying to cut the cables. No one wants him to actually plummet to his death, they just want him to look like an utter radish.
Not the cables on the box - which makes it sound like the ones it is hanging from, but cables coming out of the box - power and water lines.
Dear Doctor,
I won’t be using my bottom for about 6 weeks. Is there a danger the walls of my passage will meld and how do I prevent this happening given I’ll be on public display for the whole time ?
Your nervously, Dave in SE1
P.S. I also require some advice with regards to the increasing size of my bollocks as a result of not being able to wank for a similar amount of time, due to the aforementioned publicness of my whereabouts. Thanks.
he might need a wheelbarrow for his nuts when he gets down. someone should turn up as Buster Gonad.
i would og thought emptying his sack would be a bigger problem than starving to death.
(drowsy american voice, blank stare) “People of england. i need a j.arthur…”
plenty of protein in that sauce . . .
I’m torn; on the one hand (excuse me, on the one palm) I think he has to knocking one out occasionally, probably at four in the morning when hardly anyone is around. But, on the other, how is he washing the old feller, cos six weeks without . . . okay, that’s enough.
Seems a dilemma, what, what ?
Stinky Davey B!