This reminds me of a game a friend of mine devised. Come up with a Deighton/Forsythe/MacLean type title about an everyday subject. Winner so far is 'The Finchley Arrangement' which is about town planning.

Beelzebub: 'My sentence is for open war'

Must 'ave been mad 'atter.

If he's regnant, she's pregnant.

Wish he would top himself.

PRISONER #1: "Transported for life to the colonies, and for what? Scum I was to that beak, nothing but scum. 'Tis for my accent and my situation that I am condemned. 'Tis for the want of better graces and the influence they bring that I am to board this prison hulk."
PRISONER #2: "And for all them murders you done"

Should've marketed those Joy Division Oven Gloves

Grrrrrrrrrrr *cough* *splutter* rrrrrrrr!

Wrong. It's a travesty of a mockery of a sham. The casting is awful, the characterisation completely unrecognisable compared to the book. It was the single most disappointing film-going experience Mrs Bleaney and I have ever had.

Yarp.

Unless they're from the West Country and mean 'I'.

I don't think it's the phrase itself but rather the type of person who would use it, unreflexively and unironically. The sort of loud, boorish and entirely humourless men that are epitomised in Brent. Although these days I would find it hard to believe it could be used without a certain sense of irony.

I don't think the choice of Slough as the object of contempt, in either the poem or in The Office, is incidental:

If you are interested in cooking (not necessarily fine dining) then you can tell whether a combination of, or method of cooking, ingredients is interesting or not, without tasting it. Which is fucking mental.

Oh Dear…
Mrs Bleaney and I love watching this in the UK. I can't say whether it is the original incarnation, and can't be bothered to check, but I like to think it is. Although I haven't seen the US version I've been following the reviews and comment threads here, and can honestly say I don't think I would like it.…

I don't know, but
'lurch from mumbly to excited without much between'

1984
Thread's dead. However I'll throw this one into the void.

I'm with Nabes on this.

50000 Fall Fans can be wrong
When I want all my venom and contempt in one simple, easy-to-use package, I look no further than The Birmingham School of Business School.

He looks like the victim of a pogrom.