Alantiggger
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Zatoichi - 2003
and one that took me ages to remember Shogun Assassin ... nice lot of blood letting
and one that took me ages to remember Shogun Assassin ... nice lot of blood letting
Alantiggger
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Vampire movie called Innocent Blood by John Landis ... bit gory BUT fun at the same time ... Rober Loggia is a hoot as the 'turned' mob leader and wee Anne Parillaud is quite 'hot' as the main vamp.
Seeing as it's Hallowe'en weekend what about:-
Near Dark-has lots of the Aliens cast in and is directed by ex Mrs. Cameron
Vampires - Not one of John Carpenters best but far from his worst
Dead And Buried - A good Anchor Bay dvd
There's lots of films mentioned here which I've heard of but not known if they've been any good. I'll have to get some viewing done over the dark Winter months.
Near Dark-has lots of the Aliens cast in and is directed by ex Mrs. Cameron
Vampires - Not one of John Carpenters best but far from his worst
Dead And Buried - A good Anchor Bay dvd
There's lots of films mentioned here which I've heard of but not known if they've been any good. I'll have to get some viewing done over the dark Winter months.
6th.replicant
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NSYGrinner:Seeing as it's Hallowe'en weekend what about...
Thirty Days of Night, which is not a film to watch on your own, at 2am, in a secluded house (that has a habit of emitting creaking sounds), which is surrounded by woods full of noisy owls and foxes etc - as I discovered the other night
Still, the BD version is a great test of yer BDP and TV's contrast/blacks
Thirty Days of Night, which is not a film to watch on your own, at 2am, in a secluded house (that has a habit of emitting creaking sounds), which is surrounded by woods full of noisy owls and foxes etc - as I discovered the other night
Still, the BD version is a great test of yer BDP and TV's contrast/blacks
Alantiggger
Well-known member
Hey 6th ... I did .. well about 1am with my headphones on a long while ago .. loved it, pretty scary at times eh ? lol
I Said to my two boys aged 18 and 15 to watch it... they said I was too easily scared
I did say to them ''yeah, tell me that 'AFTER' you have watch it with the headphones on and by yourselves with only the small table lamp on
I Said to my two boys aged 18 and 15 to watch it... they said I was too easily scared
I did say to them ''yeah, tell me that 'AFTER' you have watch it with the headphones on and by yourselves with only the small table lamp on
6th.replicant
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Watched it in total darkness - and there are times when surround sound is not good for the old ticker...
Alantiggger
Well-known member
Jings, I can imagine
I watched it a couple of times now ... but I still don't think I'd watch it with the lights out.
I saw the follow-up to it 'dark days' ... but it kinda sucked.
I watched it a couple of times now ... but I still don't think I'd watch it with the lights out.
I saw the follow-up to it 'dark days' ... but it kinda sucked.
Here's another recommendation:
Tampopo
It's sometimes called "The noodle western"
Came recommended by Edward Norton, I watched it, now it's one of my favorites.
Tampopo
It's sometimes called "The noodle western"
Came recommended by Edward Norton, I watched it, now it's one of my favorites.
6th.replicant:NSYGrinner:
Seeing as it's Hallowe'en weekend what about...
Thirty Days of Night, which is not a film to watch on your own, at 2am, in a secluded house (that has a habit of emitting creaking sounds), which is surrounded by woods full of noisy owls and foxes etc - as I discovered the other night
Still, the BD version is a great test of yer BDP and TV's contrast/blacks
So many people have rated that film (And I love vampire films etc), but it bored me when I watched it
Maybe im battle hardened
Seeing as it's Hallowe'en weekend what about...
Thirty Days of Night, which is not a film to watch on your own, at 2am, in a secluded house (that has a habit of emitting creaking sounds), which is surrounded by woods full of noisy owls and foxes etc - as I discovered the other night
Still, the BD version is a great test of yer BDP and TV's contrast/blacks
So many people have rated that film (And I love vampire films etc), but it bored me when I watched it
Maybe im battle hardened
It may be because a couple of the places that i've lived have been haunted by not the nicest kind of ghosts, but I only find haunted house type films scary. 'The Changeling' with George C Scott, used to terrify me as a kid. 'Paranormal Activity' done me like a kipper, 'cos some of the stuff that happened in it was the same stuff as used to happen to me. Not the whole 'getting possesed and killing your partner bit', though.
If there's any interest, i'll tell you bout the ghosties.
If there's any interest, i'll tell you bout the ghosties.
aliEnRIK:bretty:
If there's any interest, i'll tell you bout the ghosties.
Oh definitely
Spill Bretty
Ok. Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin.....
BTW, although many of you i'm sure aren't believers in ghosts and whatnot, I promise you what i'm going to write is on the level.
I moved into my first flat when I was 19. It was a very small, one bedroom flat that was part of an old house, that had been converted into flats. My best friend already lived in the ground floor flat, so when the flat above him became available, I jumped at it. As I said, it was very small. As you walked through the front door, if you turned left you had a door which led into the lounge/kitchen. If you turned right, a door took you through to the bedroom and bathroom. That was it.
I wasn't slowly eased into the spooky stuff, it kicked off from the first night. After my mates had gone home, after a flat warming, I went to bed. Not long after, I was woken by some faint noises, like stuff being moved about in another room. I didn't pay much attention, because there were three flats (including mine) in that house and so I thought the sounds were coming from one of the other flats. Then, a door slammed, and it scared me stiff because I could tell that it was my lounge door. Then, my bedroom door, which was at the foot of my bed, so i'm looking right at the bloody thing, opened and then slammed shut. Well, that was me done. I grabbed my clothes and keys and ran out of the door. I got dressed out in the street, and drove back to my old dears for the night.
I hated myself the next morning for being a wuss, and told myself to basically grow a pair. So, I continued living there, but the ghostly stuff carried on and, as time went on, it intensified. I didn't tell any of my mates about it for ages. I remember one day, I got back from work and went straight round to my mate, Jon, who lived in the flat below me. As soon as I walked in, he said 'What have you been doing up there?' It turned out that doors had been slamming all day and they literally stopped as I knocked on his door. So, I told Jon. He believed me. I told my other mates. They didn't.
One night, two of my mates stayed round. Both non-believers. I had an early start so I left them playing on the Playstation, and went to bed. I was woken by them both barging into my bedroom, white as a sheet, asking if they could sleep in my room (they were supposed to sleep in the lounge). While they were playing, the ghost breathed in my mate Scott's ear and then opened and slammed closed the cupboard door behind him. I'd put up with this for about four months by then, and had gone beyond scared and was angry. So, with the boys slumming it on my bedroom floor, and me in my bed, I said something along the lines of 'That's it! I've had it! why don't you just go!' As I said it, I had the deep breath in my ear and felt pins and needles shoot all the way up my left leg. When I pulled back the duvet, I had scratches on my left leg, running from my ankle to my knee.
That was the pinnacle of activity in that flat. It died down a little after that. The doors still banged every night, but I learnt to sleep through that. I saw out the rest of my six-month lease. The people that moved in after me didn't. They were a young couple with a baby. They, like me on my first night, ran from the flat in the middle of the night. They didn't go back. They were on benefits, and demanded re-housing the next day. They actually saw the ghost. It appeard to them as a boy of about ten.
That took a while to type! I'll do the haunted hotel in a bit, if you want to hear bout it.
If there's any interest, i'll tell you bout the ghosties.
Oh definitely
Spill Bretty
Ok. Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin.....
I moved into my first flat when I was 19. It was a very small, one bedroom flat that was part of an old house, that had been converted into flats. My best friend already lived in the ground floor flat, so when the flat above him became available, I jumped at it. As I said, it was very small. As you walked through the front door, if you turned left you had a door which led into the lounge/kitchen. If you turned right, a door took you through to the bedroom and bathroom. That was it.
I wasn't slowly eased into the spooky stuff, it kicked off from the first night. After my mates had gone home, after a flat warming, I went to bed. Not long after, I was woken by some faint noises, like stuff being moved about in another room. I didn't pay much attention, because there were three flats (including mine) in that house and so I thought the sounds were coming from one of the other flats. Then, a door slammed, and it scared me stiff because I could tell that it was my lounge door. Then, my bedroom door, which was at the foot of my bed, so i'm looking right at the bloody thing, opened and then slammed shut. Well, that was me done. I grabbed my clothes and keys and ran out of the door. I got dressed out in the street, and drove back to my old dears for the night.
I hated myself the next morning for being a wuss, and told myself to basically grow a pair. So, I continued living there, but the ghostly stuff carried on and, as time went on, it intensified. I didn't tell any of my mates about it for ages. I remember one day, I got back from work and went straight round to my mate, Jon, who lived in the flat below me. As soon as I walked in, he said 'What have you been doing up there?' It turned out that doors had been slamming all day and they literally stopped as I knocked on his door. So, I told Jon. He believed me. I told my other mates. They didn't.
One night, two of my mates stayed round. Both non-believers. I had an early start so I left them playing on the Playstation, and went to bed. I was woken by them both barging into my bedroom, white as a sheet, asking if they could sleep in my room (they were supposed to sleep in the lounge). While they were playing, the ghost breathed in my mate Scott's ear and then opened and slammed closed the cupboard door behind him. I'd put up with this for about four months by then, and had gone beyond scared and was angry. So, with the boys slumming it on my bedroom floor, and me in my bed, I said something along the lines of 'That's it! I've had it! why don't you just go!' As I said it, I had the deep breath in my ear and felt pins and needles shoot all the way up my left leg. When I pulled back the duvet, I had scratches on my left leg, running from my ankle to my knee.
That was the pinnacle of activity in that flat. It died down a little after that. The doors still banged every night, but I learnt to sleep through that. I saw out the rest of my six-month lease. The people that moved in after me didn't. They were a young couple with a baby. They, like me on my first night, ran from the flat in the middle of the night. They didn't go back. They were on benefits, and demanded re-housing the next day. They actually saw the ghost. It appeard to them as a boy of about ten.
That took a while to type! I'll do the haunted hotel in a bit, if you want to hear bout it.
aliEnRIK:
Crikey
Exorcist required!
Go for it Bretty, I love stuff like this
Ok. Well, the happenings in that flat seemed to open up a sensitivity within me to the ghosty stuff, because after that I became a bit of a ghost magnet (and still am, to a lesser extent).
For example, I moved back to my Old Dear's after the flat. within one week, I was having intermittent visits from a ghost. This one was fine, it wasn't threatening, it would just walk around my bed. It would start at whatever side of the bed my head was at, and then i'd hear the footsteps walk round the perimeter of the bed. No-one died in that house, so i've no clue who that was.
While I was back my mum's, her Great Dane, Natasha, died. She was beautiful. Midnight blue with a great temperament. Her and my Mum had a really tight bond. When 'Tasha got old, she got a bit incontinent, but she was always good in that she'd not go on the carpet, she'd try to make it to the kitchen, which had lino. After she died, we'd find a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor some mornings. That stopped (thankfully. That was a pain!) but she started coming back and sleeping with my Mum, in her bed, like she did when she was alive. My Mum told me one morning that she was woken up by Tasha laying on the bed, licking her hand. She did that every night for about a year. It made my old dear really happy. I saw 'Tasha once, sleeping with her and it was a beautiful thing. She was completely solid, as if still alive.
So, onto the haunted hotel.
It was called 'The Gainsborough Hotel' and it was on the seafront in Hastings. I was working down here on a contract, and approached the hotel to give me a cut price rate, as i'd be staying long term. They agreed, I moved in. My room was a single with a shower but no toilet. the toilet was out of the room and down a flight of stairs. The first night, I went to the toilet and, as I opened the door to leave, I got the most nasty feeling of being watched. It felt as if someone was standing right in front of me. It'd been 8 years since the flat and I trusted my gut by then and I just knew the place was haunted.
The next morning, at breakfast, I asked the owners outright if they had a ghost (their names escape me. It was a family run hotel: husband and Wife with their teenage boy. Really nice people). They looked a little uncomfortable, before saying 'yes'. I said I was fine with ghosts, and they told me the whole story.
The ghost was a guy called Trevor who used to live there and was a fanatical Christian, in life. They told me that he, as a ghost was extremely violent, especially towards the female owner. He had pushed her down the stairs numerous times, had hit her and scratched crucifixes into her skin. They also said that they had the place blessed and had even had crystals buried into the walls of the guest rooms, which they had been advised would stop him going into them. The fact that i'd felt something up on my floor (the 2nd) surprised them.
Anyway, I lived there for about 2 months, and EVERY time I used the toilet, I had that same feeling, but that's all that happened. It was such a nasty feeling, it felt like I was walking through him. As I'd step out, i'd get goosebumps all over.
After that 2 months or so, the owners obviously had a bit of trust in me, because they told me that they were all going on holiday and letting me stay in the hotel. I was the only guest at that time (February in Hastings is dead). It wasn't a good idea. The lady owner (I'm remembering now. Rose, I think. Rose and Dave) leaving meant that Trevor didn't have anyone to play with. Except me.
The first week was ok, a lot of noises from downstairs, but that was fine.
The second week, I was woken by the bed shaking. Not 'Excorcist' style shaking, but like the bed was being repeatedly punched. This happened once a night for three nights. On the forth night, It happened again but this time, when I opened my eyes, Trevor was at the end of my bed. He was solid, standing in front of the window, silhouetted. He stood there for about thirty seconds then vanished. It happened again one more night, without him appearing, and I shouted at him, like I had done in the flat, but in this case, it actually seemed to work. He didn't come into the room again. He was still at the toilet, though. I stayed there for another few weeks, til the contract ended.
My last significant ghostly happening was four years ago. I was woken at 1.30am by a blue orb, the size of a tennis ball, floating about 4 feet off the ground, beside my bed. It was neon blue and lit up the whole room. It pulsed three or four times and then disappeared. I had no idea what it was. The next evening, I got a call from my sister. She'd found my mum dead in her flat. She'd had a brain aneurism and died instantly. The coroner's report said she'd died between 1am-3am the night berfore. My mum had come to say goodbye.
As tomorrow is Halloween, does anyone else have any spooky experiences to share?
Crikey
Exorcist required!
Go for it Bretty, I love stuff like this
Ok. Well, the happenings in that flat seemed to open up a sensitivity within me to the ghosty stuff, because after that I became a bit of a ghost magnet (and still am, to a lesser extent).
For example, I moved back to my Old Dear's after the flat. within one week, I was having intermittent visits from a ghost. This one was fine, it wasn't threatening, it would just walk around my bed. It would start at whatever side of the bed my head was at, and then i'd hear the footsteps walk round the perimeter of the bed. No-one died in that house, so i've no clue who that was.
While I was back my mum's, her Great Dane, Natasha, died. She was beautiful. Midnight blue with a great temperament. Her and my Mum had a really tight bond. When 'Tasha got old, she got a bit incontinent, but she was always good in that she'd not go on the carpet, she'd try to make it to the kitchen, which had lino. After she died, we'd find a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor some mornings. That stopped (thankfully. That was a pain!) but she started coming back and sleeping with my Mum, in her bed, like she did when she was alive. My Mum told me one morning that she was woken up by Tasha laying on the bed, licking her hand. She did that every night for about a year. It made my old dear really happy. I saw 'Tasha once, sleeping with her and it was a beautiful thing. She was completely solid, as if still alive.
So, onto the haunted hotel.
It was called 'The Gainsborough Hotel' and it was on the seafront in Hastings. I was working down here on a contract, and approached the hotel to give me a cut price rate, as i'd be staying long term. They agreed, I moved in. My room was a single with a shower but no toilet. the toilet was out of the room and down a flight of stairs. The first night, I went to the toilet and, as I opened the door to leave, I got the most nasty feeling of being watched. It felt as if someone was standing right in front of me. It'd been 8 years since the flat and I trusted my gut by then and I just knew the place was haunted.
The next morning, at breakfast, I asked the owners outright if they had a ghost (their names escape me. It was a family run hotel: husband and Wife with their teenage boy. Really nice people). They looked a little uncomfortable, before saying 'yes'. I said I was fine with ghosts, and they told me the whole story.
The ghost was a guy called Trevor who used to live there and was a fanatical Christian, in life. They told me that he, as a ghost was extremely violent, especially towards the female owner. He had pushed her down the stairs numerous times, had hit her and scratched crucifixes into her skin. They also said that they had the place blessed and had even had crystals buried into the walls of the guest rooms, which they had been advised would stop him going into them. The fact that i'd felt something up on my floor (the 2nd) surprised them.
Anyway, I lived there for about 2 months, and EVERY time I used the toilet, I had that same feeling, but that's all that happened. It was such a nasty feeling, it felt like I was walking through him. As I'd step out, i'd get goosebumps all over.
After that 2 months or so, the owners obviously had a bit of trust in me, because they told me that they were all going on holiday and letting me stay in the hotel. I was the only guest at that time (February in Hastings is dead). It wasn't a good idea. The lady owner (I'm remembering now. Rose, I think. Rose and Dave) leaving meant that Trevor didn't have anyone to play with. Except me.
The first week was ok, a lot of noises from downstairs, but that was fine.
The second week, I was woken by the bed shaking. Not 'Excorcist' style shaking, but like the bed was being repeatedly punched. This happened once a night for three nights. On the forth night, It happened again but this time, when I opened my eyes, Trevor was at the end of my bed. He was solid, standing in front of the window, silhouetted. He stood there for about thirty seconds then vanished. It happened again one more night, without him appearing, and I shouted at him, like I had done in the flat, but in this case, it actually seemed to work. He didn't come into the room again. He was still at the toilet, though. I stayed there for another few weeks, til the contract ended.
My last significant ghostly happening was four years ago. I was woken at 1.30am by a blue orb, the size of a tennis ball, floating about 4 feet off the ground, beside my bed. It was neon blue and lit up the whole room. It pulsed three or four times and then disappeared. I had no idea what it was. The next evening, I got a call from my sister. She'd found my mum dead in her flat. She'd had a brain aneurism and died instantly. The coroner's report said she'd died between 1am-3am the night berfore. My mum had come to say goodbye.
As tomorrow is Halloween, does anyone else have any spooky experiences to share?
Wow Bretty
You really are a magnet for the supernatural!
Cheers for the stories. Unfortunately (Or perhaps I should say fortunately!) I dont have anything like that thats happened to me to write about
You really are a magnet for the supernatural!
Cheers for the stories. Unfortunately (Or perhaps I should say fortunately!) I dont have anything like that thats happened to me to write about
when i moved into my last flat. the light in the sitting room would turn on somtimes if i turned it off and my amp would turn down on its own,but this only happend for the first couple of weeks.
one night i was at my parents and i was waching jfk on canle about 3 hours into the film the cable went off(wich wasnt rare in the early days of cable)my dog who was sitting on my lap became fixated on somthing and started to growl i tryed to distract her but for a minute her eyes were locked on somthing slowly moving around the room.(im sure it was just a fly and i was shaking because i was cold
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nothing like yours bretty but thats all i got
one night i was at my parents and i was waching jfk on canle about 3 hours into the film the cable went off(wich wasnt rare in the early days of cable)my dog who was sitting on my lap became fixated on somthing and started to growl i tryed to distract her but for a minute her eyes were locked on somthing slowly moving around the room.(im sure it was just a fly and i was shaking because i was cold
nothing like yours bretty but thats all i got
nodnarb4444:
when i moved into my last flat. the light in the sitting room would turn on somtimes if i turned it off and my amp would turn down on its own,but this only happend for the first couple of weeks.
one night i was at my parents and i was waching jfk on canle about 3 hours into the film the cable went off(wich wasnt rare in the early days of cable)my dog who was sitting on my lap became fixated on somthing and started to growl i tryed to distract her but for a minute her eyes were locked on somthing slowly moving around the room.(im sure it was just a fly and i was shaking because i was cold
)
nothing like yours bretty but thats all i got
Love it.
Surely we can't be the only two that have had spooky encounters?
when i moved into my last flat. the light in the sitting room would turn on somtimes if i turned it off and my amp would turn down on its own,but this only happend for the first couple of weeks.
one night i was at my parents and i was waching jfk on canle about 3 hours into the film the cable went off(wich wasnt rare in the early days of cable)my dog who was sitting on my lap became fixated on somthing and started to growl i tryed to distract her but for a minute her eyes were locked on somthing slowly moving around the room.(im sure it was just a fly and i was shaking because i was cold
nothing like yours bretty but thats all i got
Love it.
Surely we can't be the only two that have had spooky encounters?
we moved to ireland in 1980, my mam had to come back to our old house in london for a few days to tie up a few loose ends, my dad was working so she went alone..
it was around the time the yorkshire ripper was on the rampage, anyway, my mam was in bed one night and because she was nervous on her own and because of all the talk of the ripper she left on the radio as she tried to doze off..
she was half asleep when the radio station played what turned out to be a hoax recording of the ripper, sent into the station by some idiot, "im the ripper, and im going to kill you" etc.. she said it was terrifying, she thought he was in the room.. that must have been spooky
it was around the time the yorkshire ripper was on the rampage, anyway, my mam was in bed one night and because she was nervous on her own and because of all the talk of the ripper she left on the radio as she tried to doze off..
she was half asleep when the radio station played what turned out to be a hoax recording of the ripper, sent into the station by some idiot, "im the ripper, and im going to kill you" etc.. she said it was terrifying, she thought he was in the room.. that must have been spooky
The_Lhc
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Not quite the same though is it, eh Max? It was just the radio after all...
My missus previous house was very old, when her nephew was about 5 or 6 they were round there when the boy disappeared for an hour or so. Eventually they found him tucked away in a corridor leading off of the dining room, in almost complete darkness, talking to himself. Rather than disturb him they let him finish the conversation and then asked him who he was talking to, "The old man and his dog", he replied, when pushed for more detailed he perfectly described my missus' Uncle and her own black labrador, both of which had died before her nephew was born and neither of which he'd ever seen a photo of. That was a little odd.
Apparently she also used to see doorknobs turning by themselves when she was at home but then she likes a drink in the evenings...
My missus previous house was very old, when her nephew was about 5 or 6 they were round there when the boy disappeared for an hour or so. Eventually they found him tucked away in a corridor leading off of the dining room, in almost complete darkness, talking to himself. Rather than disturb him they let him finish the conversation and then asked him who he was talking to, "The old man and his dog", he replied, when pushed for more detailed he perfectly described my missus' Uncle and her own black labrador, both of which had died before her nephew was born and neither of which he'd ever seen a photo of. That was a little odd.
Apparently she also used to see doorknobs turning by themselves when she was at home but then she likes a drink in the evenings...
the_lhc:Not quite the same though is it, eh Max? It was just the radio after all...
My missus previous house was very old, when her nephew was about 5 or 6 they were round there when the boy disappeared for an hour or so. Eventually they found him tucked away in a corridor leading off of the dining room, in almost complete darkness, talking to himself. Rather than disturb him they let him finish the conversation and then asked him who he was talking to, "The old man and his dog", he replied, when pushed for more detailed he perfectly described my missus' Uncle and her own black labrador, both of which had died before her nephew was born and neither of which he'd ever seen a photo of. That was a little odd.
Apparently she also used to see doorknobs turning by themselves when she was at home but then she likes a drink in the evenings...
very good
...
my mam had a dream one night that her best friends mother had died, the woman wasnt even ill, but sure enough the next day my mam received a call from her friend, who was in tears, her mother had passed away that night...
My missus previous house was very old, when her nephew was about 5 or 6 they were round there when the boy disappeared for an hour or so. Eventually they found him tucked away in a corridor leading off of the dining room, in almost complete darkness, talking to himself. Rather than disturb him they let him finish the conversation and then asked him who he was talking to, "The old man and his dog", he replied, when pushed for more detailed he perfectly described my missus' Uncle and her own black labrador, both of which had died before her nephew was born and neither of which he'd ever seen a photo of. That was a little odd.
Apparently she also used to see doorknobs turning by themselves when she was at home but then she likes a drink in the evenings...
very good
my mam had a dream one night that her best friends mother had died, the woman wasnt even ill, but sure enough the next day my mam received a call from her friend, who was in tears, her mother had passed away that night...
When I open the OT&M page this is the latest thread. Even though the dates for posts are last month...Spooky
maxflinn:i was born on this day, exactly 42 years ago.. that aint spooky but its scary
Only in that we haven't had a 'If it was your 42nd birthday what would you do to celebrate?' thread...
Only in that we haven't had a 'If it was your 42nd birthday what would you do to celebrate?' thread...
the_lhc:Not quite the same though is it, eh Max? It was just the radio after all...
Not to mention the fact she was in London and the Yorkshire Ripper wasn't. She might have got a clue from the name...
Not to mention the fact she was in London and the Yorkshire Ripper wasn't. She might have got a clue from the name...
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