Wot about the Kent Trip R18?
Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2001 6:39 am
Way back in the mists of time, when the world was young, men would gather round campfires and tell tales of deeds long since forgotten. Tales of sturdy men, with stout swords, and sylph-like women who roamed the countryside in search of that most elusive of grails - a right good seeing to.
But these tales are told no more, tho' legend speaks of a man, a hero, who has spent long years studying the storyteller's art whilst locked away in a dark and lonely place known only as "The Editing Suite". A Man who will one day emerge and prostrate himself before the Devil himself, and beg to be judged by the most feared council that Satan could muster - The British Board of Film Classification. After long hours of reasoned argument and impassioned plea, our hero carries the day.
"So it is decreed" announced Satan "thou shall be allowed to tell this tale of the Trip to Kent so that men and women the world over may enjoy the fruits of your labour, as long as there's no pissing in it!"
So evil was banished from the land and there was much rejoicing, and the people celebrated with wine and song. And many monkeys were spanked that night in honour of the great victory.
Does anyone know if there is any truth to this story, or is it a figment of my fevered imagination
Onan
But these tales are told no more, tho' legend speaks of a man, a hero, who has spent long years studying the storyteller's art whilst locked away in a dark and lonely place known only as "The Editing Suite". A Man who will one day emerge and prostrate himself before the Devil himself, and beg to be judged by the most feared council that Satan could muster - The British Board of Film Classification. After long hours of reasoned argument and impassioned plea, our hero carries the day.
"So it is decreed" announced Satan "thou shall be allowed to tell this tale of the Trip to Kent so that men and women the world over may enjoy the fruits of your labour, as long as there's no pissing in it!"
So evil was banished from the land and there was much rejoicing, and the people celebrated with wine and song. And many monkeys were spanked that night in honour of the great victory.
Does anyone know if there is any truth to this story, or is it a figment of my fevered imagination
Onan