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I would have thought that job centres might be sending out job seekers for this sort of work experiance
I am sure that some rich people might truly love their dogs and enjow going for a walk with them, throwing them sticks and such......but they might not enjoy the ignomy/ unpleasentless of picking up poo......I mean its a bit unseemly, making a rich person pick up dog poo isnt it?
The aristocracy love messing about with poo
I love this post
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our exquisite jewels of wisdom
but it's obviously "crabbing", sidestepping around all the BIG ISSUES
Canine Services Assistant
Senior Canine Leisure Assistant
seemed a good place to post
Make some up.
context is everything, over time the context in regard to other threads started just before is lost.
You are Balonz
there is meme amongst capitalists that there is a 'trickle down' effect from rich to poor, although obviously there will need to be more employees of the rich for this to work, since we have done aways with large numbers of domestic staff on most posh houses, there needs to be more, newer more currently relevant jobs. Perhaps, rather than just sniping, you woould care to suggest a couple of new typs of domestic service people might be involved in.
where regulation of professional dog walkers was discussed on account of them being culprits in the local ongoing saga of endemic footpath dogshit.
and if that's not a thrilling way to spend a tuesday evening then wrap me in clingfilm and calm me gary.
But in the absence of Lineker or Wilmott you'll have to do.
Fuck Doc Martin.
Men Behaving Badly didn't start with a script coming through the door. It got going simply because Harry Enfield signed up to star in it. His original vision was for it not to be like a usual sitcom. Then we made the pilot and it shocked him. It was bad. It didn't faze me since I was nobody from nowhere, but you could see Harry wanted out. He was under contract, though, so had to do one series. I've not watched the pilot since. Actually, no one has. It's never been aired. It was everything Harry railed against: coarse, with the director saying you've got to be chalk and cheese – abrasive like The Likely Lads. But what worked about Men Behaving Badly was that Gary and Tony were so different, yet glued to each other when ridiculous things happened.
Only after Harry bailed did the show get popular. I knew Neil Morrissey because we'd done a rubbish spaghetti western in Italy, so I put him forward as Harry's replacement. Beryl Vertue was an empowering producer: she let us have real input, let the monkeys run the zoo. And Simon Nye, the writer, was up for anything. We just showed off for each other. It was the best job – not a threatening-edgy show, but still cheeky and on the edge. I have a great memory of sitting in a birthing pool with Neil, farting. I don't care if our characters were heroes or fools. People were fond of them. They still are.
We didn't set out to do a zeitgeisty thing. Although it aired in the early 1990s, it was never meant to sum up that particular time. It was just funny to laugh at people like Gary and Tony. Loaded magazine didn't come along till later, but the show still got lumped in with lads mag culture, despite Neil and I being a good 10 years older than their readership. The series was an exhalation after a finger-pointy period about men making life terrible for women, but it was also a bit: "We're just like this sometimes, so shut up." The men always lost, too: Dorothy [Caroline Quentin] and Deborah [Leslie Ash] had the upper hand. We did The Late Late Show once and they tried to drag us into a war of the sexes. We just said: "Look at the programme – it's not about anything!"
I see it whizzing by on Dave now and then. I wouldn't watch an episode, though. It has dated: all the girls had too much makeup on; they look like they're going to a dinner party. And it's weird looking back on sitcoms shot in front of a real studio audience, although everyone did that back then.
The crowning moment came when Gary and Tony went to Dorset to set their sofa free. There was a closeup of us on it, then the camera pulled back and you could see we were sitting on the penis of the Cerne Abbas giant. The crew had to shoot from a helicopter. We just sat and drank beer in this beautiful valley at dusk. The scene was for the end credits, so our instructions were just: "Act stupid as the helicopter pulls away." I rolled the whole way down the giant's penis. I had such a good time I moved to Dorset right after. What a way to make a living.
I am older like you too.
I dont mind Doc Martin, I would watch it if it were on and i were ill at home during the day (well I did when I was ill)
Do you own any Doctor Martins boots?
I do, I have a pair that I have had for over 15 years and they are still fine.
I am the real Martin Clunes, I am him.
Thanks for the feedback! Always nice to talk to the fans!
Don't own any Doc Martens I'm afraid, Philippa would never let me get any.