Post by unomusette on Mar 7, 2016 21:49:37 GMT
Chapter 5
Well, who could resist a chapter with a title of Wild West Hero? Not me!
Jeff's ringtone is The Battle of Marston Moor. Of course it is
I shall take away the thought of what sort of experience was heightened by oxygen and bring it out again in private
George on the phone, well whyever not? Anything can happen round here. Poor Johnny, never free from the yoke of Yoko. I can quite imagine her pulling a stunt like that, she is fabulously deranged and might make rather a good future villain.....
"..Jeff's cocktail of personality disorders..." Oi! Lennon! Cheek! I forgive him though, for producing the cake and caring about the Lord Dame. Practising for what goes on in the hotel room, not on stage, hargh! Good one!
Yes, MUSEing will always produce the best result, George's logic is flawless
Oh, Bolan is perfection, with his cake-prodding and his man-bun and his endless usefulness as a figure of elfin fun *applauds*
He so would have a man-bun and a giant beard were he only alive today. Or rather he would have had them ages before anyone else and by now would have shaved it all off and be sporting mouse-skin eyebrows and a pharoah's head-dress. You'll all be wearing it next year....not to mention copying his Vlog dance
Oh dear. Jeff's face on the tom-toms. That Bevan really does have a problem with him. And Elsie the Hormonal Cow on the bass drum. What a demonic kit indeed.
Henchrats! Heeee! And double parked Space Ship!
I'm a firm believer that everyone should have a theme tune to herald their arrival. Crazy Train is perfect for Jeff arriving in this mad hell. Especially if he does the demonic laugh.
No Clue's tail is explained here, of course it belongs to his hair piece, not to him. Pure logic. And the mental picture is priceless. "Weedy hair plugs" Snortle!
Who's this GAR? Did you mean GWAR? Scary for a tattoo whichever it was, especially on an already horrifying psycow.
The action here is simply brilliant, it sort of happens faster than you can read it. Robot carnage, evil propaganda printings, a militarized zone of cuddly creatures (LOVE Lucyfer's costume), Ringooooooo! Saving the day with the spare aviators! Give that man a medal!
What a scene, so dramatic as "the wind shifts" (good thing too with that mad herd galloping around, the excitement has probably loosened their nether regions). And is the Mad King on the ropes as he pauses his scorching solo? I tell you what, the likes of Leonardo DiCaprio would give their right arm for a chance to recreate that rant, such range, such depth of feeling, an Oscar nomination is the least of it.
Great pic of the Lord Dame, sitting carefully to avoid his sore pink area. But he has other fish to fry, my what a muscular Genius he is too, wrestling swivel chairs, hurling them through priceless historic windows and single-handedly reducing the Kustard Kit to matchwood. Meanwhile Mr B is nothing but a lily-livered jelly, although he does look fetching wearing that daisy chain.
Ahh, the roar of the triumphant victor, all hail the glorious Highness Lord Dame Genius Jeff Lynne, sniffle.
You put a ghastly pic of That Vela Woman in, all poodle-permed and perfect (retch) and wonder why it takes me so long to finish this review? I can't HAVE it! And I might have known she'd be on our warpath, the woman is POISON, not to mention dirty to the bone. What hopes does even Barrister Otto have in the face of her in a judge's wig? Appalling.
But what's this? The elusive ninjas have given The Law the slip and taken the high tide to even more ridiculous adventures, under a tropical sun, huzzah! That first class alone will be worth the (probably extortionate) entry fee alone *beams*
Once again, this has been the very best set of episodes of the Chronicles yet, and probably ever.
Follow that? I'm not sure it can be done....or can it?.....
Well, who could resist a chapter with a title of Wild West Hero? Not me!
Jeff's ringtone is The Battle of Marston Moor. Of course it is
I shall take away the thought of what sort of experience was heightened by oxygen and bring it out again in private
George on the phone, well whyever not? Anything can happen round here. Poor Johnny, never free from the yoke of Yoko. I can quite imagine her pulling a stunt like that, she is fabulously deranged and might make rather a good future villain.....
"..Jeff's cocktail of personality disorders..." Oi! Lennon! Cheek! I forgive him though, for producing the cake and caring about the Lord Dame. Practising for what goes on in the hotel room, not on stage, hargh! Good one!
Yes, MUSEing will always produce the best result, George's logic is flawless
Oh, Bolan is perfection, with his cake-prodding and his man-bun and his endless usefulness as a figure of elfin fun *applauds*
He so would have a man-bun and a giant beard were he only alive today. Or rather he would have had them ages before anyone else and by now would have shaved it all off and be sporting mouse-skin eyebrows and a pharoah's head-dress. You'll all be wearing it next year....not to mention copying his Vlog dance
Oh dear. Jeff's face on the tom-toms. That Bevan really does have a problem with him. And Elsie the Hormonal Cow on the bass drum. What a demonic kit indeed.
Henchrats! Heeee! And double parked Space Ship!
I'm a firm believer that everyone should have a theme tune to herald their arrival. Crazy Train is perfect for Jeff arriving in this mad hell. Especially if he does the demonic laugh.
No Clue's tail is explained here, of course it belongs to his hair piece, not to him. Pure logic. And the mental picture is priceless. "Weedy hair plugs" Snortle!
Who's this GAR? Did you mean GWAR? Scary for a tattoo whichever it was, especially on an already horrifying psycow.
The action here is simply brilliant, it sort of happens faster than you can read it. Robot carnage, evil propaganda printings, a militarized zone of cuddly creatures (LOVE Lucyfer's costume), Ringooooooo! Saving the day with the spare aviators! Give that man a medal!
What a scene, so dramatic as "the wind shifts" (good thing too with that mad herd galloping around, the excitement has probably loosened their nether regions). And is the Mad King on the ropes as he pauses his scorching solo? I tell you what, the likes of Leonardo DiCaprio would give their right arm for a chance to recreate that rant, such range, such depth of feeling, an Oscar nomination is the least of it.
Great pic of the Lord Dame, sitting carefully to avoid his sore pink area. But he has other fish to fry, my what a muscular Genius he is too, wrestling swivel chairs, hurling them through priceless historic windows and single-handedly reducing the Kustard Kit to matchwood. Meanwhile Mr B is nothing but a lily-livered jelly, although he does look fetching wearing that daisy chain.
Ahh, the roar of the triumphant victor, all hail the glorious Highness Lord Dame Genius Jeff Lynne, sniffle.
You put a ghastly pic of That Vela Woman in, all poodle-permed and perfect (retch) and wonder why it takes me so long to finish this review? I can't HAVE it! And I might have known she'd be on our warpath, the woman is POISON, not to mention dirty to the bone. What hopes does even Barrister Otto have in the face of her in a judge's wig? Appalling.
But what's this? The elusive ninjas have given The Law the slip and taken the high tide to even more ridiculous adventures, under a tropical sun, huzzah! That first class alone will be worth the (probably extortionate) entry fee alone *beams*
Once again, this has been the very best set of episodes of the Chronicles yet, and probably ever.
Follow that? I'm not sure it can be done....or can it?.....