I am Jacques Oeuf, a hard-boiled private detective.
I am hired to rescue a small girl who is being held for ransom at a large country house.
posted by Geoff | 7:27 AM
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
I am Jacques Oeuf, a hard-boiled private detective.
I am hired to rescue a small girl who is being held for ransom at a large country house.
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Oh Geoff, what happened to those halcyon days when on a Monday morning at least half a dozen comments would appear on the top post of the new batch of dreams? Have all those commentors died, turned to drink or turned to the Church for help instead? I think they should all be ashamed of themselves.
Meanwhile, Jacques Oeuf looks as though his brains are a bit scrambled if you ask me.
I remember those days fondly, Betty. But as Ian McCulloch sang when over his own particular hill, "Nothing ever lasts forever".
But I'll still keep treading the boards and who knows, in 20 years time maybe a new generation of commentors will come along and I can re-do the Rolf Harris dream and they'll all say "Who the fuck is Rolf Harris?" I'll still know, of course and that's what really matters.
I've been mistaken for jacques ouef before. Strange, since I've never once solved a crime.
Please do not have a great fall!
I like the picture.
I agree that he looks as if his brains may be scrambled!
Peace,
The Cheesy 1
Hello, Matt. Watch out for teaspoons.
Thank you for commenting on this post, Cheesy. All we need now is Mr Pastry and we've got ourselves a quiche.
... for the vegetarian option.
Mind you, I don't think there is much likelihood of Kevin Bacon leaving a comment here.
here i am!!
in the spirit of shocking your relatives, jacques oeuf was a big fat eggy twat.
(i was tempted to add my favourite comment i've ever seen anywhere - someone had been accused of maligning the um, differently abled with the term "spacker". ant triumphantly riposted with a cry of "cum-splattered mongs!!" but am not sure anyone's mother would like to read that sort of thing so i left it.
ah.
Can't find Ant's site but surely that's no way to talk about Cannon and Ball.
I'm not sure, but I think you have implied that Mr. Pastry, Mr. Ouef and I should have a menage a trois...
Or maybe I just have a dirty, dirty mind! >;-)
(Been accused of it more than once...)
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