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Dusty Gozongas

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On acting and a query therof
« on: November 07, 2006, 09:00:28 PM »
AB my love,

Do you hold in your great regard any actors whom you find actually convincing enough these days? Was there actually any? I mean like on the telly btw, rather than in the true tradition. Were there ever, to your mind, astounding godlike creatures way back then or has it just been the same crock of shit with which a currently modern and particularly effete audience may find pleasure in kicking around in the manner of some sort of kerayzy football, for want of a better euphemism (or for that matter a better use of English now I look at it).

Olde Enlish is on special offer at selected offies. Although I feel the needto express a taste for Stella shortkly abster the 3 litre £2.50 Ole Englash. Ole!

O. Fucking. Le (acute)

(edit) I think I only posted that because I'm about to argue with my wife. I'm not feeling partiualarly violent and stabby, all things considered. I'll will keep you posted however Aubrey.

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Aubrey Barkus

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Re: On acting and a query therof
« Reply #1 on: November 07, 2006, 09:12:14 PM »
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AB my love,

Do you hold in your great regard any actors whom you find actually convincing enough these days? Was there actually any? I mean like on the telly btw, rather than in the true tradition. Were there ever, to your mind, astounding godlike creatures way back then or has it just been the same crock of shit with which a currently modern and particularly effete audience may find pleasure in kicking around in the manner of some sort of kerayzy football, for want of a better euphemism (or for that matter a better use of English now I look at it).

Olde Enlish is on special offer at selected offies. Although I feel the needto express a taste for Stella shortkly abster the 3 litre £2.50 Ole Englash. Ole!

O. Fucking. Le (acute)

Good Evening.
It is Mr Patel at Mr Barkus's computer again.  I am afraid Mr Barkus left his flat a while ago, sitting on a wheeled office chair and 'punting' himself along with a pool cue I think he stole from the Roebuck. He seemed to be shouting about Trafalgar Square and had many bottles of wine with him.  Wine that regretfully I conclude he took from my shop when I was helping him to find his pet mouse "Barry."  I fear Barry may not exist.
I shall report more if I hear anything of his plight.

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