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Post by Helmut83 on Oct 9, 2014 20:54:49 GMT
Sorry, I wouldn't like to generate dissent between the two heads of the same monster, but there's one question that I don't understand: both of you seduced Jeff Lynne (or the Lord Damme, or whichever title you may grant him)? At the same time? Simultaneously? And he liked and loved both of you? In equal shares? Not preferring one over the other, not even slightly?
Yeah, maybe the Welsh hillsides may be a bit risky, above all having in mind the weight of the costume (I'm not sure there would be a way to stop me before I reached the bottom of the hill), but on the other hand we have to go at a decent speed if we want to impress the ladies (or, like Rob says, place ourselves at a lassoing distance from them). I've seen cases in which Bigwheelers failed to seduce women because they were going too slow.
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Post by BSJ on Oct 9, 2014 21:05:24 GMT
Wow, BSJ, you must agree with my idea of you two being a two-headed monster after all if you decided to print the picture and have it at your Command Central! Do you mean that Rob and I are "anyone"? Don't underestimate us, Uno. I'd bet if one day you were walking down the street and all of a sudden you heard the sound of a vehicle rushing downhill (I imagine that the place where you live is full of hills and slopes, like all Wales ), and when you turned your head you saw a guy valiantly piloting a Big Wheels and a Tinman in the passenger's seat, you would immediately fall in love with both of those "anyones". Who wouldn't? Again, who was the Lord Dame? Who was the...?!!! Only the His Highness the Lord Dame Genius Jeff Lynne, of course! I'm now seriously worried about the punishment BSJ will visit upon you for not knowing this, even if it was a joke. She's his favourite, you see (well, she thinks she is), and defending his honour is her best skill. As for the Big Wheels being launched down a Welsh hillside, oh dear, have you seen how steep they are? I hope you have good brakes or at least extra tough helmets (your father's plumbery funnel sprayed silver simply will not protect you at all from headlong contact with Welsh rocks). I can't speak for BSJ but I've already fallen in love with the Lord Dame and two thirds of Muse, so there's no room for more, however much **placenta oil is involved. Forced eating of Fried Peanut Butter and Jelly Samwichs is the way to defend. Ya! says Fred
Ha! As aviator wearing ninja groupies, how more devoted can we be!
*and eyeliner don't forget
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Post by unomusette on Oct 9, 2014 21:10:19 GMT
I'm finding it hard to comprehend, Helmut, but I do believe you've missed our amazing and completely true account of our adventures, which is to be found in unomusette's bunch of 7 inchers in Collectors. All wisdom and knowledge is to be found there BSJ and I are the only source of the actual truth about all things ELO and related, this will surely become apparent to you once you've read it. And I can sort of understand how going too slowly would be a minus point for Big Wheelers, you don't want the ladies to get too good a look at you, do you? Once they see past the glamour of the awesome Tin Man costume, for instance, things might get difficult. Of course, BSJ and I have never had this problem, as we are so astoundingly good looking. I'm going back under the lampshade for a bit.
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Post by Horacewimp on Oct 9, 2014 21:12:29 GMT
. I'm going back under the lampshade for a bit. Hang on a minute I'm just changing the bulb.
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Post by unomusette on Oct 9, 2014 21:17:55 GMT
*fidgets*
Hurry up! Before Helmut or Rob come back and get cross with me!
I'll have to hide somewhere else....the drinks cabinet looks like I might squeeze in....
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Post by Horacewimp on Oct 9, 2014 21:21:24 GMT
*fidgets* Hurry up! Before Helmut or Rob come back and get cross with me! I'll have to hide somewhere else....the drinks cabinet looks like I might squeeze in.... No, no no not the drinks cabinet it's fully stocked up for Hallowe'en, too late, looks like I've another visit to Lidl to stock up again.
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Post by BSJ on Oct 9, 2014 21:23:01 GMT
. I'm going back under the lampshade for a bit. Hang on a minute I'm just changing the bulb. Did you change it? Or need a manual with lots of curvy arrows?*
Here Uno, is a glass of cheap wine I just opened.
*See! if you read our world famous (Three third place last in show awards just this year!) you would get that bit about the manual.
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Post by unomusette on Oct 9, 2014 21:35:36 GMT
*Yes, exactly. How very kind of you to supply more wine - I do believe I can squeeze it in beside the Halloween stash *slurps* Having done this useful market reseach, I do think you seriously underestimated the demand for the Halloween , Horace - you might need to empy Aldi's shelves too. No need to thank me.
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Post by Rob 2095 on Oct 10, 2014 1:21:30 GMT
Pride of place indeed, it's a rare and beautiful thing, just like us I'm slightly peturbed by the plottings of Helmut and Rob 2095 though. I hope they don't expect us to feel sory for them when their ill-fated girlie chasing ends in disaster. I think we may have given them false hope, reading about our triumphant seduction of The Lord Dame has made them think anyone can do it. A good fraction of my girlie chasing has already ended in disaster, thank you very much. There was this one time when I had downed about four liters of cheap wine, and brilliantly decided to go out for a cruise. To make a painful story as short as possible, I had forgotten that I was wearing Ninja Turtle pajamas that were a size too small and ended up slowly coming across a group of cliquey hotties. The humiliation that was subsequently experienced sobered me up rather quickly, and I left the scene with my cape between my legs, and with a (not so kind) Doberman Pinscher in pursuit. Anyway, now I'll go back to re-reading and trying to comprehend the posts made by you and BSJ in this thread.
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Post by Helmut83 on Oct 10, 2014 2:31:00 GMT
Good anecdote, though leaves you wondering if the cliquey hotties actively did something to humiliate you or all of the humiliation came from the situation you got yourself into. If it's the latter, I would understand anyway. When you come accross a group of attrative girls while wearing a Ninja Turte pijama one size too small and being chased by a Doberman, you don't need them to noisily laugh at you to feel humiliated to the bone (although if they had, that would have been the icing on the cake).
Something quite similar happened to me once, and this story is 100% true. I must have been about 18 and I was with a friend at a very glamorous beach full of rich people (what we were doing there, I don't know). That beach had the particularity that due to it being very steep, big strong waves formed out of nothing a few metres away from the shoreline and reached the sand still with strength. Well, we were coming out of the water and at this point we were almost out, so we didn't bother to look back for waves. All of a sudden a small but very powerful wave formed right behind us, caught us off guard and hit us with such strength that it made us fall and go rolling uncontrollably over the sand (and eating sand) for a good stretch. It finally delivered us in not very elegant positions, full of sand everywhere, right in the middle of a round of 5 or 6 pretty girls from our age who were standng by the seaside and who couldn't help but burst with laughter. We tried to make some jokes to save the situation, but there was no way back for our dignity already.
I remember when we were going away I looked back from the distance and they were still laughing. Talk about humiliation...
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Post by Rob 2095 on Oct 10, 2014 3:21:48 GMT
Good anecdote, though leaves you wondering if the cliquey hotties actively did something to humiliate you or all of the humiliation came from the situation you got yourself into. If it's the latter, I would understand anyway. When you come accross a group of attrative girls while wearing a Ninja Turte pijama one size too small and being chased by a Doberman, you don't need them to noisily laugh at you to feel humiliated to the bone (although if they had, that would have been the icing on the cake). Oh they laughed. What made it so humiliating was that I had forgotten that I was wearing pajamas and a cape, although they could have found a guy in his mid 20s riding a Big Wheel to be amusing as well. 'Only those bitc... fine ladies knew what was so damned funny. Something quite similar happened to me once, and this story is 100% true. I must have been about 18 and I was with a friend at a very glamorous beach full of rich people (what we were doing there, I don't know). That beach had the particularity that due to it being very steep, big strong waves formed out of nothing a few metres away from the shoreline and reached the sand still with strength. Well, we were coming out of the water and at this point we were almost out, so we didn't bother to look back for waves. All of a sudden a small but very powerful wave formed right behind us, caught us off guard and hit us with such strength that it made us fall and go rolling uncontrollably over the sand (and eating sand) for a good stretch. It finally delivered us in not very elegant positions, full of sand everywhere, right in the middle of a round of 5 or 6 pretty girls from our age who were standng by the seaside and who couldn't help but burst with laughter. We tried to make some jokes to save the situation, but there was no way back for our dignity already. I remember when we were going away I looked back from the distance and they were still laughing. Talk about humiliation... What's great about reading incidents like this is learning that they're 100% true. Look on the bright side, don't people laugh when you retell this story? It might have been humiliating when it happened, but it's undoubtedly brought amusement to many since then. I once got pulled dangerously far away from shore by tides while boogie boarding in Carlsbad, CA around 12 years ago. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I caught an incoming wave, smoothly and rather gallantly rode it for a distance of what seemed like 150 yards back to the shoreline before making a "landing" than consisted of about 25 painful rolls and somersaults... in front of many dozens of people. Thankfully, the people there looked more concerned than amused... at least that's how I remember it. Anyway, what was this thread about... something relating to ELO?
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Post by Helmut83 on Oct 10, 2014 4:57:15 GMT
Oh they laughed. What made it so humiliating was that I had forgotten that I was wearing pajamas and a cape, although they could have found a guy in his mid 20s riding a Big Wheel to be amusing as well. 'Only those bitc... fine ladies knew what was so damned funny. Those bitcoins you mean? Oh, ladies never lose the opportunity to laugh in one's face for whichever reason... Hey, you were lucky that that wave brought you back, even if it took it's toll by hitting and making you roll for a long distance. Sometimes the story goes on to be more complicated and risky when someone is dragged by the tides. In any case, you must have got hit quite badly if people chose to worry rather than to laugh at you. Look on the bright side, don't people laugh when you retell this story? It might have been humiliating when it happened, but it's undoubtedly brought amusement to many since then. Exactly. We ourselves were laughing at the incident since the moment we gave our backs to those chicks to go away and for most of the afternoon. Whenever we get together it always comes out as a remarkably funny incident and when we tell it to people they usually laugh a lot. And the thread is about the first ELO album you bought. You just need to tell us that when those chicks humiliated you you were so incredibly angry with them you immediately liked the image of an electric chair you saw at a general store. It happened to be the cover of " Face the Music". You went in, you bought the album and that's why we are talking about that incident on this thread.
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Post by unomusette on Oct 10, 2014 21:08:14 GMT
I am so glad I'm not a man. Well, I wasn't the last time I looked. Don't forget, it's experiences like this which have made you both into the people you are today. Awesome dudes who aren't ashamed to go forth in ridiculous costumes whilst riding peculiar whizzy craft. I salute you *salutes* and encourage you both to do lots more of it. And then write it up of course
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Post by Helmut83 on Oct 10, 2014 22:12:22 GMT
Thanks, unomusette! I really appreciate your encouraging words. Now I feel better and with a bigger sense of self-esteem. Let the construction of the Scarecrow costume begin!
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Post by Helmut83 on Oct 10, 2014 22:25:48 GMT
And Uno, I tried to read the story of the seduction of Mr. Jeff Lynne by BSJ and you on the "Unomusette inch of 7-bunchers" thread and, despite investing a whole lotta time in it, I got mixed up in a confusion of reality, fantasy, letters and eyeliner, and wasn't able to exctract many conclussions out of it. Would you (or both you and the other head of the monster) be so kind to retell the story for me?
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