I trust you enjoyed our evening's viewing? What would you like to see next? OP would seem logical.
I had a great time! It can be fun watching ther "Also rans"
Yes I think that Octopussy makes sense, complete this "triangle of alleged contention" as it was considered at the time!
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edited June 2020
TB2 is sat near the A.R.S.E finalising Holly's saddle bags with Nibbles for film night,
Skittles Please! (The A.R.S.E's cyclon eye goes from red to blue flashing green twice, a long tube appears out of a wall hatch. Its a bit like a shower hose, and hovers over one of the empty compartments. A consignment of fresh skittles nosily clatter into said compartment. - This pattern repeats for each following nibbles)
Barbel? Any specific beverages for tonight? I flatly refuse to serve sheeps heid. 'Malteasers'
If its not Oxtail soup I am not putting it on a tray. Ick staring at me all night. 'Father is Pissing Orange Drops.'
- 'Cheesy Balls' Also I have prepared a few Indian sweets for people to enjoy, while Bond is buzzing about Octopussy''s Palace. 'Marshmallow Drops' I have also set out a few bean bags, I know the stools get a bit hard, 'toffee bon bons!' and there is a little New Delhi incense for atmosphere. Its been a while since I 'Chocolate mice!' saw this film, so I may need some 'Rrefreshers!' brushing up.
Oh crikey 'Pringles, veg samosas and Onion Bajis! - In selection bowls.' (The A.R.S.E makes a weird sucking noise. Several bolws appear, the contents drop in, like post into sorting bags.
(The door bangs open and a tall dome headed robot with pincer arms comes scooting on on very thin catterpillar tracks.) "Good Afternoon. I am looking for a Mr Thunderbird 2 Esq. A mutual acquaintance has sent Me."
Um, I'm Thunderbird 2, how can I help you, Mr....?
"My name is M5-B9 G.U.P.T.E.R. Sir or Gupter for short. I have a note for you?"
(GUPTER hands a printout note to TB2) it reads:
- - - - - - - - - - - - I asked a friend to come along as I am on set again. He is a relative of someone I consider a true friend. Hope to see you soon, may the force be with You, R2D2 - - - - - - - - - - -
I won't ask where you printed this from GUPTER! Thank You and Welcome to the SABs.
You seem vaguely familiar somehow? Lost In Space?
"Negative on Printout differential enquiry? That does not compute. Indeed, My Grandfather is M3-B9 G.U.N.T.E.R sir, the robot seen in Lost in Space, the tv series. I took over for him in the 1997 film. Hard work and a bit tricky but it started my career. The Robot in the later scenes is my Father M4."
Welcome to the SABs - if I may say you and Your Father were the best things in the film. 'Sausages on a stick, secure lid!' The original series is a cult classic. Is the Robot in the new series a relative?
"Oh no sir, he is one of those new semi CGI creations. Apparently something of a recluse, no relation to the M Family. Lives in a database, very sad. Where should I prep my transmitter for projection unit duties?"
Oh just over there in the mods area, you will get a clear view of the wall screen. And welcome! Wow.
'Quavers, Breadsticks and Nachos!'
Time to sort out the booze and HOLLY!!! Tea Time!!! 'Chicken Pieces - Cat NO 1 Protocol!'
I need a part time assistant. (TB2 looks at the Red Line thoughtfully......)
'Cola cubes, Pineapple cubes and Sherbert Lemons. Split compartments!'
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(Drinks are placed o the Bar)
Barbel I'll join you at your table tonight, don't want to be up at the bar when everything is under control.
Just need to sort out my food (Holly gently pads past, using her tongue to clean her whiskers. Saddle bags fully loaded.)
Freddie is up at my Father's house trying to learn some mousing skills. Oh jeez. A.R.S.E? Bartender Protocal please!
(The A.R.S.E.s screen lights up with a Thumbs up sign, hovering over a tray of drinks. Its Cylon eye switches to Emerald green and starts sweeping the room)
Peace at last.
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One Talisker for You and a Jameson’s for Me.
Gupter, Thank You very much for being our guest projectionist tonight, You did a marvellous job.
“My pleasure Sir, I enjoyed myself too. I’ll be sure to pass your good wishes on to R2D2 and Granfather.”
(Gupter transmits a databurst at the A.R.S.E, then leaves. The A.R.S.E acknowledges with a flying saucer thumbs up sign. Holly removes the now empty saddle bags from her back and curls up at TB2’s feet)
All in all, I’d say that went very well! Cheers! {[]
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edited June 2020
(TB2 is on the phone - not the Red line...)
Yes, oh You will be able to make it?..... ...Marvelous! Bringing a friend?....... .....he wants to be the projectionist?
Well, Ok! I mean if he is sure? (TB2 grins like a kid at Christmas) We will look forward to seeing you both then!
... Yup, Me too.... Bye Artoo!
(TB2 pours himself a sherry) Just when I thought our guest list could not get more surprising!
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(TB2 has just finished setting out thebpub in a CR-06 style. The place.looks stylish and elegant, with nibble stations, table lights, velvey cushions and a few other things.
Holly gently stretches and pads from her basket to the A.R.S.E, which slowly loading up the saddle bags being worn by a reluctant looking Freddie.
The door bangs open, and Artoo Detoo comes scooting in, bleeping and tooting something)
Artoo! no not at all, we don't start for another 20 minutes. Settle in I'll get you a glass of WD40.
Um, where is your friend?
(No sooner has TB2 asked this than a huge walking metal skeleton with red eyes marches in. He makes a 'ku-kooshing' noise as he walks. )
"A am the Tee eighht houndred Terminator, but frieinds coul me Armoured Arrnie. Am here to project toonights moovieh!"
Welcome Mr A Arnie! Pleasure to have another of Artoo's friends helping out, esp with CR-06. Ifntou make your way to the mods area?
"Yah. I'll need a pient of lubrication oyal for during the filme."
Oh, You must be thirsty?
"Noh. My right hyp socket jams if eye stande still for too longh. Am not as youngh ass a use too bee!"
Robotic bad joints! Who knew?
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Wilkommen! Is this your first time in SABS or are you back?
A Coke Zero, please
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(Armoured Arnie switches off his projector eye, which turns red.
He “ku-kushes” over to the A.R.S.E, for a silent exchange, before telling Artoo.
“Eye haff to go, maintennence checke before I Powerr down. Everywan Thank You for making me Welcomin. This pub, das gudde. I will bee backe!” He does a double jointed bow and leaves, politely closing the door.) “Gutten Nacht!”
You will be most Welcome Mr Arnie. Thank You, you did a brilliant job.
Barbel, No 24, here are your usual usuals. Artoo, here is another WD40 for you.
(Freddie pads up. There is still lots of nibbles in the saddle bags. Far too many for film night in fact.)
Just a moment Mister!! You were supposed to be taking those round the guests as your mother does! Several people complained about being hungry. What do you have to say for yourself?
(Before Freddie can respond, the A.R.S.E scans him, makes several clonking noises. It’s screen lights up with an image of a snoozing cat, with a thumbs down sign. The A.R.S.E also does a raspberry / fart style sound effect. Holly’s eyes go wide and her ears flatten in embarrassed annoyance.
TB2 folds his arms, equally unimpressed.)
Sleeping on the job! Well this is a new low even for You Freddie! Since you had a nice nap through the film, You can do sentry duty, give the A.R.S.E a night off. Come on Holly, we both need to eat something.
Anything for you gents? I apologise for Freddie’s latest cat-tastrophe.
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Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,817MI6 Agent
Gentlemen,
The pub is open tonight as usual, but we are running normal services only.
The A.R.S.E will project QoS and he is on stand by. A nibbles table has been set up and I can get drinks and larger food pieces as required.
Barbel I’ll join You again and Holly will be sitting with us too. Freddie has been bad again, so he is in his basket downstairs in the lab. He watched the news earlier today and shoved the Bust Of Bernard Lee in the Siamese Fighting Fish pool. A replacement will be here by the end of the week.
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Please have a strong whisky ready for me when the titles start, I'll need it.
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(TB2 produces a bottle of Talisker, a bottle of Jameson’s, two glasses and a bag of large Dreamies. The packet is the size of a family bag of crisps, and Holly’s nose starts twitching.)
Way ahead of You my friend!
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Thank you. And now I think a nice cold lager just to finish things off.
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A Cold lager for You, Strong tea for Me, and some chicken pieces for Holly.
That bloddy editing! I saw QoS at the cinema twice. First time I thought I was having a stroke.
Second time I was dehydrated but realised it was The film editor’s fault. Should have been shot with an axe.
QoS is the only Bond film where I keep the paracetamol handy because the action scenes do cause me physical pain. (I listen to them instead). So there was some truth behind. “It’s an Action Sequence?”
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Yeah, at first you think "it's me, I can't follow what's going on" and then you realize that the film is meant to be this way. And then you wonder why.
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,817MI6 Agent
Yeah, at first you think "it's me, I can't follow what's going on" and then you realize that the film is meant to be this way. And then you wonder why.
Is it true all the Bourne films are like that?
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Yeah, at first you think "it's me, I can't follow what's going on" and then you realize that the film is meant to be this way. And then you wonder why.
Is it true all the Bourne films are like that?
No. In the Bourne films the editing style works and fits the movie.
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,817MI6 Agent
Where is everyone?
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Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,817MI6 Agent
Coke Zero, and a cold pint.
I was worried, the A.R.S.E has gone to sleep, he is doing some software upgrades.
Before powering down he displayed an image of GORT from The Day The Earth Stood Still, so not sure what that will mean.
Holly went to bed early, so she is gently snoozing in her basket. TMWTGG is the only Bond film she won’t watch. I think the bad moods of the regular characters upset her.
Freddie is upstairs in the Landlords room. In typical scardy cat mood, he hides under the bed when the A.R.S.E is in diagnostic mode.
That leaves me to mind the bar and wash the glasses. Oh bugger. The Siamese fighting fish need feeding.
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Comments
It's a long read but an interesting one TB2. May I have a Bourbon on the rocks please.
https://www.smh.com.au/national/i-was-russell-crowes-stooge-20060607-gdnp6a.html
One Bourbon with ice.
I had a great time! It can be fun watching ther "Also rans"
Yes I think that Octopussy makes sense, complete this "triangle of alleged contention" as it was considered at the time!
Skittles Please! (The A.R.S.E's cyclon eye goes from red to blue flashing green twice, a long tube appears out of a wall hatch. Its a bit like a shower hose, and hovers over one of the empty compartments. A consignment of fresh skittles nosily clatter into said compartment. - This pattern repeats for each following nibbles)
Barbel? Any specific beverages for tonight? I flatly refuse to serve sheeps heid. 'Malteasers'
If its not Oxtail soup I am not putting it on a tray. Ick staring at me all night. 'Father is Pissing Orange Drops.'
- 'Cheesy Balls' Also I have prepared a few Indian sweets for people to enjoy, while Bond is buzzing about Octopussy''s Palace. 'Marshmallow Drops' I have also set out a few bean bags, I know the stools get a bit hard, 'toffee bon bons!' and there is a little New Delhi incense for atmosphere. Its been a while since I 'Chocolate mice!' saw this film, so I may need some 'Rrefreshers!' brushing up.
Oh crikey 'Pringles, veg samosas and Onion Bajis! - In selection bowls.' (The A.R.S.E makes a weird sucking noise. Several bolws appear, the contents drop in, like post into sorting bags.
(The door bangs open and a tall dome headed robot with pincer arms comes scooting on on very thin catterpillar tracks.)
"Good Afternoon. I am looking for a Mr Thunderbird 2 Esq. A mutual acquaintance has sent Me."
Um, I'm Thunderbird 2, how can I help you, Mr....?
"My name is M5-B9 G.U.P.T.E.R. Sir or Gupter for short. I have a note for you?"
(GUPTER hands a printout note to TB2) it reads:
- - - - - - - - - - - - I asked a friend to come along as I am on set again. He is a relative of someone I consider a true friend. Hope to see you soon, may the force be with You, R2D2 - - - - - - - - - - -
I won't ask where you printed this from GUPTER! Thank You and Welcome to the SABs.
You seem vaguely familiar somehow? Lost In Space?
"Negative on Printout differential enquiry? That does not compute. Indeed, My Grandfather is M3-B9 G.U.N.T.E.R sir, the robot seen in Lost in Space, the tv series. I took over for him in the 1997 film. Hard work and a bit tricky but it started my career. The Robot in the later scenes is my Father M4."
Welcome to the SABs - if I may say you and Your Father were the best things in the film. 'Sausages on a stick, secure lid!' The original series is a cult classic. Is the Robot in the new series a relative?
"Oh no sir, he is one of those new semi CGI creations. Apparently something of a recluse, no relation to the M Family. Lives in a database, very sad. Where should I prep my transmitter for projection unit duties?"
Oh just over there in the mods area, you will get a clear view of the wall screen. And welcome! Wow.
'Quavers, Breadsticks and Nachos!'
Time to sort out the booze and HOLLY!!! Tea Time!!! 'Chicken Pieces - Cat NO 1 Protocol!'
I need a part time assistant. (TB2 looks at the Red Line thoughtfully......)
'Cola cubes, Pineapple cubes and Sherbert Lemons. Split compartments!'
Just an ice-cold lager, please
Barbel I'll join you at your table tonight, don't want to be up at the bar when everything is under control.
Just need to sort out my food (Holly gently pads past, using her tongue to clean her whiskers. Saddle bags fully loaded.)
Freddie is up at my Father's house trying to learn some mousing skills. Oh jeez. A.R.S.E? Bartender Protocal please!
(The A.R.S.E.s screen lights up with a Thumbs up sign, hovering over a tray of drinks. Its Cylon eye switches to Emerald green and starts sweeping the room)
Peace at last.
Gupter, Thank You very much for being our guest projectionist tonight, You did a marvellous job.
“My pleasure Sir, I enjoyed myself too. I’ll be sure to pass your good wishes on to R2D2 and Granfather.”
(Gupter transmits a databurst at the A.R.S.E, then leaves. The A.R.S.E acknowledges with a flying saucer thumbs up sign. Holly removes the now empty saddle bags from her back and curls up at TB2’s feet)
All in all, I’d say that went very well! Cheers! {[]
Yes, oh You will be able to make it?..... ...Marvelous! Bringing a friend?....... .....he wants to be the projectionist?
Well, Ok! I mean if he is sure? (TB2 grins like a kid at Christmas) We will look forward to seeing you both then!
... Yup, Me too.... Bye Artoo!
(TB2 pours himself a sherry) Just when I thought our guest list could not get more surprising!
Holly gently stretches and pads from her basket to the A.R.S.E, which slowly loading up the saddle bags being worn by a reluctant looking Freddie.
The door bangs open, and Artoo Detoo comes scooting in, bleeping and tooting something)
Artoo! no not at all, we don't start for another 20 minutes. Settle in I'll get you a glass of WD40.
Um, where is your friend?
(No sooner has TB2 asked this than a huge walking metal skeleton with red eyes marches in. He makes a 'ku-kooshing' noise as he walks. )
"A am the Tee eighht houndred Terminator, but frieinds coul me Armoured Arrnie. Am here to project toonights moovieh!"
Welcome Mr A Arnie! Pleasure to have another of Artoo's friends helping out, esp with CR-06. Ifntou make your way to the mods area?
"Yah. I'll need a pient of lubrication oyal for during the filme."
Oh, You must be thirsty?
"Noh. My right hyp socket jams if eye stande still for too longh. Am not as youngh ass a use too bee!"
Robotic bad joints! Who knew?
Always glad to meet another of your robotic friends, TB2- and perhaps a machine that goes "ping"!
A Coke Zero, please
He “ku-kushes” over to the A.R.S.E, for a silent exchange, before telling Artoo.
“Eye haff to go, maintennence checke before I Powerr down. Everywan Thank You for making me Welcomin. This pub, das gudde. I will bee backe!” He does a double jointed bow and leaves, politely closing the door.) “Gutten Nacht!”
You will be most Welcome Mr Arnie. Thank You, you did a brilliant job.
Barbel, No 24, here are your usual usuals. Artoo, here is another WD40 for you.
(Freddie pads up. There is still lots of nibbles in the saddle bags. Far too many for film night in fact.)
Just a moment Mister!! You were supposed to be taking those round the guests as your mother does! Several people complained about being hungry. What do you have to say for yourself?
(Before Freddie can respond, the A.R.S.E scans him, makes several clonking noises. It’s screen lights up with an image of a snoozing cat, with a thumbs down sign. The A.R.S.E also does a raspberry / fart style sound effect. Holly’s eyes go wide and her ears flatten in embarrassed annoyance.
TB2 folds his arms, equally unimpressed.)
Sleeping on the job! Well this is a new low even for You Freddie! Since you had a nice nap through the film, You can do sentry duty, give the A.R.S.E a night off. Come on Holly, we both need to eat something.
Anything for you gents? I apologise for Freddie’s latest cat-tastrophe.
The pub is open tonight as usual, but we are running normal services only.
The A.R.S.E will project QoS and he is on stand by. A nibbles table has been set up and I can get drinks and larger food pieces as required.
Barbel I’ll join You again and Holly will be sitting with us too. Freddie has been bad again, so he is in his basket downstairs in the lab. He watched the news earlier today and shoved the Bust Of Bernard Lee in the Siamese Fighting Fish pool. A replacement will be here by the end of the week.
Please have a strong whisky ready for me when the titles start, I'll need it.
Way ahead of You my friend!
Thank you. And now I think a nice cold lager just to finish things off.
That bloddy editing! I saw QoS at the cinema twice. First time I thought I was having a stroke.
Second time I was dehydrated but realised it was The film editor’s fault. Should have been shot with an axe.
QoS is the only Bond film where I keep the paracetamol handy because the action scenes do cause me physical pain. (I listen to them instead). So there was some truth behind. “It’s an Action Sequence?”
Is it true all the Bourne films are like that?
No. In the Bourne films the editing style works and fits the movie.
I was worried, the A.R.S.E has gone to sleep, he is doing some software upgrades.
Before powering down he displayed an image of GORT from The Day The Earth Stood Still, so not sure what that will mean.
Holly went to bed early, so she is gently snoozing in her basket. TMWTGG is the only Bond film she won’t watch. I think the bad moods of the regular characters upset her.
Freddie is upstairs in the Landlords room. In typical scardy cat mood, he hides under the bed when the A.R.S.E is in diagnostic mode.
That leaves me to mind the bar and wash the glasses. Oh bugger. The Siamese fighting fish need feeding.