>Look at that, a Frasier topic where the title is spelled correctly.
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John - do you know if there's any truth in the rumour that Kelsey's leaving in 2001 (presumably meaning the end of the show), as he'll have then broken the record for the longest run of playing the same role on TV (17 consecutive seasons)?

>I feel all...funny.
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>Anyway, had to be done. The best sitcom there's ever been deserves a topic in this greatest of all forums.
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Don't know about "best ever" (I continue to hold a vigil for the possible return of Seinfeld on BBC2 at 2am probably), but it's right up there with that, Fawlty, Simpsons and Whatever Happened To The Likely Lads for me. Certainly it's on top form at the moment.

I know Kelsey is getting a bit fed up of not doing any other film work. He's probably worried about being typecast...and after 16 years of Frasier, he's right.

I do think that Season 8 will be the last. It's a shame though, as after the ever so slightly dodgy sixth season, it's right back on form now.

There was talk about doing 10 years worth. But the best writers are leaving, and there's trouble at Paramount Studios.

The Dr Laura thing?

*angry*

Kelsey recently said that he wouldn't be leaving for ages and ages and ages. However, Christopher Lloyd will be leaving as producer at the end of this season but whether this will make any difference at all remains to be seen.

Anyway we all know who the real star of Frasier is!

But Joe Keenan is leaving too, writer of the best episodes.

And all the cast and crew are angry that Paramount have the gall to produce something like The Dr Laura Show, when she's just a bigotted old whore.

She is pretty near the top of my list.
*fuming*

She deserves it.

Manky old bitch.

GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!!!

One day soon, justice will be done!

Maybe she'll see the error of ways when she gets shot in the head by a mad lesbian.

*puts gun away*

You been reading me diary gayboy?

Yepper, I nicked it from your bag, photocopied it and now it provides me with fascinating insights into your fragile little miiind!

Oi, you!

I'm getting just a little sick of you ignoring some of our main topics!

Sort it out.

*rofl*

So, which bit of my diary was most fascinating?

The bit...with the pictures.

Oooh, *that* bit! with my rack on prominent display!

Yes.

<voms>

I showed it to all my family!

I hope not!!

*lol*

But...you're an exhibitionist at heart.

No, I'm a very shy and retiring laydee!

Compared to who, Sue Pollard?

I am! Just ask my husband!

<tries to ask her husband>

Hey...wait just a glockenspiel tapping minute!!

ding-ding-doooooong!

I *knew* you were secretly wed to Patrick Moore!

You intergalactic hussey!

*weeps*

I love you more though!!

Put it to the test!

Can I have your last Pringle?

Of course!

You really do love me!

Man, as if there was ever any doubt!

Of course not! Well...there was a brief second, but it was soon over!

Hey, when was this?

About 6 years ago I think...

<phew>

I thought it was recently.

Awww no man!

Then let's party!

<puts Status Quo on the 8 track>

#Whatever you want da dum da dum, Whatever you like da dum da dum, whatever you say you pays your money you takes your choice#

I said let's party, not let's start advertising Argos.

But man, they're so convenient!

But it's a 15 minute walk away!

That's hardly convenient.

Non! A mere 3 minute bus ride away!

Only if you're a lazy, muff-munching, Pringle-scoffing lesbian!

All present and correct!

Clean those boots, lesbian!

Or else?

Or else you'll feel my cold steel on your backside, or something.

Post!!

Ooh, is it a letter from Rusty?

Yes it is!

She writes:

"Dear John! and Suiii,
Having a great time here in Greenwich. I hope you'll come over soon and help me cook chips.

Love
Rusty
xxxx"

Oh! Oh! Can we go, please???

I've already booked the plane tickets!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

*pacs things*

The plane is at 7am tomorrow morning!

*too excited to speak*

You didn't read that properly!

7 *AM* tomorrow *morning*.

7 *AM*?? No such thing man. There's only one 7 o clock, and that's teatime!

Have I got news for you!

#Doo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do...Bong#

No man seriously, I'd like to see some proof of this "seven in the morning" you claim exists.

Well, remember that time I woke you up by dangling my cock in your mouth?

That was about 7am.

No, that was 4 hours to eleven I think you'll find.

Myyyyyy mistake.

Do you see? A much more accurate method!

It sounds better.

So I get up at 4 to 10 every morning!

Yay!

This is gonna catch on! Today I awoke at 4 to eleven, bleary eyed and nauseous!

Did you eat your own feet to take away the feeling of emptiness that prevails in the early hours?

Yes, and then immediately regretted my actions, as I was unable to go shopping for goose grease.

Geese are frightening.

PeckPeckPeck

Gregory, get down.

Can we call the other goose Monty?

Monty Peck?

C Monty.....




































































.....FLY!!!

It's airborne.