Dancing To Prog, Is It Possible?

Jim Garten wrote: Danbo - when will you ever learn that badger fencing is about as effective as a chocolate teapot; you should know that one air strike from the massed ranks of the British Suicide Pelicans, will reduce your dreams to so much rubble....... They are famous for their terrifying war cry of Mmnnff, Mmnnff, Mmnnff (well, you try screaming Tora Tora Tora with a beak full of dynamite!) and the musky smell of undigested fish which precedes all attacks - this could be the last thing you ever smell, so be warned. Once the smoke clears, your cowering puny marines will be overwhelmed by 20,000 crazed badgers, all toting Uzis, and led by their awesome leader himself - YES! I Jim Garten, OBE, KBE, DFC & KFC, Prog-Lord, and Bearer Of The Royal Toilet Brush shall lead my troops personally into battle on my faithful war-donkey, Juliet - resplendent in diamante armour, peacock feathers, a Tupperware hat, and the severed heads of previous victims (my 2 pet mice, which stole into my underwear, never to return.....). And as for you Peter, I was that one-legged lingerie model, and that was no accident (you should have had the rum tested, Petey boy.....). I'm back, I'm British, and I'm still due that annual bath.........

Ha Ha, silly Brit. You forgot about Great American President Ronald Reagan's "STAR WARS" technology. Chewbacca will shoot down your puny British Suicide Pelicans with our ACME proton excellerator. Raining zorgon laced Pelican feathers down upon your whimpy attack-badgers causing severe rectal bleeding and driving the misguided beasties to perform Hari-kari with their rusting Uzi's.     

Once seeing the complete and total annihilation for the troops, the Mad Brit will turn his Tupperware covered cranium about and run, knock-kneed and keening, to the North where the rum-soaked Canadian foe will slap him silly with a goose feather and a jar of vegemite.

Once captured, the broken Brit will stand trial before visiting Magistrate, Sir Dude of the Austrailian Pelican Abuse Foundation. Sentencing will include Morrocan bunga-bunga Torture and foot tickling while being guarded by a Pavarotti look-alike dominatrix slathered in badger bile, quoting Zappa tunes and carrying several large cucumbers.

Be sure, Brit, you demise will be slow and pointless.    

BTW

We've retired our Radio-Active Beavers to Las Vegas, sorry, Dude.  

HOLY THREAD-HIJACKING BATMAN!!

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Jim! Jim! Urgent! Request aid! Danbo's at it again! I'm calling for an airstrike from you!

(Oh, where are you when we need you? Asleep early, I suppose.....)

Come in, Rangoon! Calling Agent Garten! Click! Fissst! Hissss! Scraaawk! "Hillo, chaps! Pip pip, and all that jolly good stuff. I say there, I am reminded of the story of Churchill, and the time the Lady Parlimentarian said to him, in righteous indignation: "Sir Winston, you are drunk!" and Churchill replied, in his own inimitable fashion: "And you are ugly! But I shall be sober in the morning!"

Got any fags? Go for a pint? A few bevvies? Wha' say we get a few down ar necks at the Farmer and Goat?"

(Wonder if he'll see this....)

danbo wrote: Vibrationbaby wrote: Can anybody imagine Bob Fripp getting down on the dance floor? LOL Yeah, with Jim Garten and a Pavarotti look-alike dominatrix writhing about the bile covered floor, playing grab-arse with a couple of blood frenzied attack-badgers as a Canadian English professor attempts to keep time with his palsied hands, but only manages to enrage a Celine Dion look-alike Caribou that vomits it's wallby darned on the accompanying underage Netherlander who snuck in pretending to be a hirsute English sheepdog. Meanwhile, a Australian Dingo farmer plies the local Billy-boys with watered down Fosters beer.   Glphrlrug. Something has gone terribly amiss.... What thread is this? Yes, ma'am I'll have another.

HA, say I, and again, HA! Good one, Danbo, especially Jim and the Pavarotti S&M gal!

(Cruel baldie! I actually have no hands -- I lost both in a tragic caribou-hunting accident involving explosives, a busty, one-legged transsexual lingerie model, and insane quantities of over-proof rum. That's why I type so slowly -- maybe I should take my shoeeeeessssdfdfe shoesdedfrfg sdsfdjrigde shokejknxxs (damn!) shoes off.)

arqwave wrote: you can dance whatever moves your heart and of course your feet, this is a matter of character and behavior, that's all, if you like to dance: dance, if not, remain seated... and listen peace

 So true... I can dance to any kind of music. I just have to be in the mood for it. I suppose it looks very silly, but when you're in a pub with friends and alcohol, you don't care. Dancing, headbanging, or just tapping with your feet. It's FUN! 

Just for fun, try to dance to Gentle Giant's Knots  and please take a picture or make a video

No, it's not possible I think...fortunately because I really HATE dancing