The Last Word

I'll have the LW for Christmas.

Really?

I'm making a daft noise for Christmas

nothing new there then :p :

Plenty new here... A second just past... and another one... and another one while I was typing this. This could take a while; don't bother trying to steal the LW.

Hesitantly, reluctantly, Helen slipped out of a sling, tight-waisted waspy and stood naked in the moonlight before me. Somewhere a clock chimed three. An owl hooted in the nearby copse. No wind stirred the casement window. She stood in the pale, translucent light on the Persian carpet. A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. I waited a minute while a minute passed quickly past. And then, a minute which seemed to last an hour but was only a minute... passed.

That was "A Minute Passed", by John Finlissom. You can hear Episode Nine of "A Minute Passsed" tomorrow night at a minute past.

i reclaim the last word as i refuse to be without it for another.......minute......terrible....

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Originally Posted by Rollo

Hesitantly, reluctantly, Helen slipped out of a sling, tight-waisted waspy and stood naked in the moonlight before me. Somewhere a clock chimed three. An owl hooted in the nearby copse. No wind stirred the casement window. She stood in the pale, translucent light on the Persian carpet. A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. I waited a minute while a minute passed quickly past. And then, a minute which seemed to last an hour but was only a minute... passed.

That was "A Minute Passed", by John Finlissom. You can hear Episode Nine of "A Minute Passsed" tomorrow night at a minute past.

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First heard that on Monty Python's Previous Record when I was about 8. My parents had sadly forgotten about all the swearing and adult humour and soon regretted it when me and my brother were running round the house shouting "'cause she's a f***ing princess that's why". Good times :D

ha!!! that reminds me of when my mother took me to see
Eddie Murphy's Raw when i was eight. don't think i'll ever forget the look on the mom's face when she realized the inappropriateness factor!!i downside is that i a;so recall the ticket exchange for "The Presidio".......yeah i can't recall that film either....

cheese