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DON'T USE THE WORD PARTY AS A VERB IN THIS SHOP!
Listening to louder than bombs, instead.
Always good to have a rewatch every few months.
My oven can cook other bits of oven
It's like looking threw the eye of a duck
pretty much everyone I know who likes British comedy LOVES Blackbooks.... and it's shown regularly
What channel? Since each series' first run I can only remember seeing it series 3 re-run once on Irish TV in about 2006, I never see it anywhere else.
It's cult status does seem to be really building with time though, which is fantastic.
it was shown a lot on UK Gold prior to this
Didn't know it was on Dave though.
As you were.
No mobiles. No walkmans..........None of that..........or any of the others.
- bleeding - on the label.
You could become a terrible event and happen to him.
Especially the series 1 clips of Moran, possibly pissed, making up Irish folk songs.
Jam, Jam, Jam Jam Jam....blurgh!
WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?! I’M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING HOUNDED BY SALESMEN IN SHOPS! I’M BROWSING, ALL RIGHT?! BROWSING! AT THE END OF IT I MIGHT BUY SOMETHING, I MIGHT NOT! BUT YOU WILL NOT INFLUENCE ME ONE IOTA! NOT ONE JOT! NOW, I’VE FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU MAY GO!
Pacman, it's pronounced Pacman
Bernard", no "Brendan", they said. "Congratulations. Here, have this basket of stuff and come and stay for the weekend.
They'd melt your face.
Did you do Cobumbo?
No... I didn't have a cigar.
The drinks were few, and the people were many.
Bernard: You fucker.
I'm sorry I ever let you in here, to rob me of my best years before leaving me a BURNT. OUT. HUSK.
- I met him every day. I met him all day and all night of every day. Today is one of the few days I haven't met him, and even then he still wrote to me and rang me. I'm expecting a fax any minute.
Yes, I think you should wash it. Then you should shave it off, nail it to a frisbee, and fling it over a rainbow.
"Well, to be honest, after years of smoking and drinking, you do sometimes look at yourself and think. You know, just sometimes in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that 400th glass of cornershop piss at 3AM, you do sometimes look at yourself and think: 'This is fantastic. I'm in heaven.'"
and Fran isn't my girlfriend. I'm just a bloke who works in a bookshop and spends his evenings eating cereal.
A little man! He had... he had a subbuteo man in his hair!
I knew he'd do that.
I won't read them.
Well I'll call.
I hang up.
Ok then I'll come and visit.
...I'll be dead.