This is the very best version of Brother Louie.
https://www.youtube.com/wat…

I once saw in the late Seventies, Telly Savalas getting into a limo in London's Regent Street. He literally had a blonde on each arm and was wearing - I kid you not - a full-length fur coat. And he had It. Amazingly magnetic. Was obviously having a great time and didn't mind showing it. I also knew someone who worked…

No, in the seventies he was incredible, and I saw this as a straight man, much younger than him, but in the seventies I saw him in Shampoo and Jesus I would have slaughtered my entire family to look like him. That and the fact the man got more ass than an airplane bog seat.

Thank you, I have made my complaints to the management elsewhere (huge fuckbucket of good that will do…..). That must have been one bloody cold day….

My solicitors actually, the august offices of Kraftwerk, Falco and Hasslehoff, a trifle Teutonic but damned efficent.

Awwwww…. You just reminded me of The Stuff That Dreams Were Made Of, a wonderful song to get blood-out-of-the-eyes drunk and miserable to….

It was originally Mother And Child Abduction but the label wouldn't go for it.

It's 'go by' you cloth-eared lot.

I just bought some apricots this very evening!!! True! So it's about me! I knew all along! Now, Carly, bring your good self and your rows and rows of shark's teeth over here, and you can leave your hat on…

If he goes by the name Richard Ebersole, then his handle is an anagram of 'Red Bric Arsehole'.

Very occasionally I will get a small tin of evaporated milk and use it for coffee for a day or so. Terrific, but after three or four you've had enough.

Whoever cropped that picture at the top needs a bloody hard slap. Carly and her chapel hat-pegs propelled me through puberty.

Yes he will, and they'll be surprusingly good.

You bring back memories of a party many, many years ago where it got to that time in the morning where there are four or five of you left, drinking the last of whatever is around, when a friend of ours, pissed to the gills, admitted, without any prompting whatsoever, that he used to somehow swing himself round on his…

Does he know the creature from Fiend Without A Face is in the corner, creeping up on him?

Some say Mr. Magoogle is a very funny cartoon character…

Bing. Unbeatable for porn. Of course, when I say 'unbeatable'….

I think my immediate reply may have been 'Mum, mind your own sodding business….'

tl:dr.

To Rabin this wasn't so much a job as therapy.