It’s all because of that Lanzenby fellow. When you have Emma Peel, I mean, The Queen of Thorns, I mean, the faaaaaaabulous Countess Tracy di Lorenzo in a movie, played by Diana Rigg in her gorgeous, sexy, witty glory, it’d be hard to be a bad movie.
It’s all because of that Lanzenby fellow. When you have Emma Peel, I mean, The Queen of Thorns, I mean, the faaaaaaabulous Countess Tracy di Lorenzo in a movie, played by Diana Rigg in her gorgeous, sexy, witty glory, it’d be hard to be a bad movie.
Preach!~
Oh, I think that one with Diana Rigg still holds up very well (On Her Majesty’s Secret Service), thank you very much.
That’s traditional at the baby shower, not the wedding. You celebrate the upcoming birth by eating a horse heart and them immolate your brother.
No herring! Needs more pickled herring.
That’s deep, man. Deep.
I could have lived my whole life without knowing that ‘pus rope’ was a phrase.
I was waiting for the story to conclude with an alligator somewhere.
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No one would question that.
Ick.
Pish. Posh. Frontier House was the best. I challenge you to find any other participant who was an entertainingly polarizing as headstrong, capable and judgmental Karen Green.
I like the way you think.
The servants on that show were delightful. I still have the biggest crush on Kenny the bootblack/footman,page whatever. I really enjoyed the antics of the irascible French chef, too!
Gordon Clune. He was an ass. They ended up getting divorced.
That was Colonial House. The original settlement leader had to bail immediately because his son was killed in a car accident, and then they transferred the leadership to the reverend/deacon guy with weird hair and his dreadful wife.
That was Frontier House. That was the Clune family, who were wealthy Southern Californians. I kinda liked the mom, though.
That was Manor House, with the insufferable posh family upstairs and a gaggle of genuinely likable people as the staff. The father and the toff son (Jonty!) were really getting off on the baronial privilege, the doctor-mother at least had the good graces to be aware of the fact that she was succumbing to the idea of…
Holy shite! I totally remember these now!!!!
I have been sitting here in reverent awe of the brilliance of this response. For like three minutes.