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Ernie Byfield, who ran Chicago's legendary Pump Room, was once asked why real caviar was so costly. "After all," Byfield replied, "it's a year's work for the sturgeon!"
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If I saw an alien," Oasis frontman Liam Gallagher once declared, "I'd tell him to f--- right off, because whatever planet he came from, they wouldn't have the Beatles."
----------------------------------------Despite his worship of the Beatles as musicians, however, Liam was at best ambivalent about the Beatles as human beings. "When I meet George Harrison," he once explained, "I'm gonna stand on his head and play golf. I'm gonna do me Roy Castle impersonation on his head. So who wants a fight? Any old fart who's allowed out of the rest home wants a fight with me, yeah? After I've had me steak and kidney pie, I'll be ready." Liam also had words for the Rolling Stones: "Keith, Mick and any other old bag who decides to get out of bed in the morning to slag us off. Dirty old nipple. Sweaty old mushroom. I wanna meet you in the middle of Primrose Hill. Thursday afternoon, 12 o'clock, on the green." Finally, Liam extended an invitation to all of the band's detractors, threatening to use an unusual weapon. "The main thing we're talking about here is this: Any d--- who wants it, regardless of what time or day or what shoes I've got on. Anyone who wants a rumble will get it because the man is mad for it and that's the end of it. I don't like fighting but you've not been slagged off like me. And there'll be no big chaps around, man. Just me and me d---, man. And I'll hit him with me knob..." -- Edited for inappropriate language - nelsoc [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Jun 18, 2007 1:36:23 PM] |
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One day well after four o'clock, a member of the cleaning staff spotted the stock speculator Herman Landau pacing up and down with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at the floor. "Have you lost anything, sir?" the cleaner asked. "Can I help you?" "I'm afraid you can't help me," Landau replied. "But actually I've lost £32,000."
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In June 1989, 38-year-old storm chaser [Steve Melvin] from Madison, Ohio, got bolted at the exact moment he was snapping a photo. The lightning melted the camera down the front of his tripod, but the film remained intact. The final exposure shows a ghostly outline of a human framed in lightning. But Melvin was on the other end of the lens. 'I've heard all the guesses. Some say it was me having an out-of-body experience. Some say it was my grandmother coming down from heaven to push me out of the way of the lightning. Some say it was a glimpse of an entirely different dimension. I'll never know.'"
[After the incident, Melvin (who vowed never again to chase a storm) found that his beeper's lithium batteries, which usually last for several months, always expired within a few days |
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Nikita Khrushchev: Moral Tale
"One of my favourite stories is a moral tale... It was a reminiscence of Nikita Khrushchev when he was a boy, walking in the woods one winter's day near Moscow. As he made his way through the pines and silver birches, he came to a ride. Suddenly he saw a poor injured bird fleeing from the undergrowth, chased by a hungry fox. Being a compassionate spirit, he drove the fox away and rescued the bird, cradling it in his hands for warmth. He was wondering what to do with it when, as luck would have it, a horse trotted by and, as horses are wont to do, left a pile of droppings in the ride. Seeing the steaming mound, a thought came to him and, taking a small stick, he made a hole in the pile, placed the bird gently in it and went on his way. "The creature, which had been more harmed by the cold than injured, benefited from the warmth and restoring vapours, popped his head up above the mound and began to sing. Whereupon the hungry fox came out of the woods again and ate it up. "There are two morals to this tale. Neither is exclusively relevant to politicians. The first is, that it is not only your enemies who may drop you in it. The second is, that if you are in it up to your neck, keep your mouth shut!" |
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Lev Laundau who treated everyone else as a fool, found his match in
Pauli. After explaining his work to a sceptical Pauli, he angrily demanded whether Pauli thought his ideas were nonsense. "Not at all, not at all", came the reply. "Your ideas are so confused I cannot tell whether they are nonsense or not." |
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Hitler must already have realized the immense drama that his life was, the high stakes he was playing for, by the time he had a long conversation with Cardinal Faulhaber at Obersalzberg in November 1936. Afterward Hitler sat alone with me in the bay window of the dining room, while the twilight fell. For a long time he looked out of the window in silence. Then he said pensively: “There are two possibilities for me: To win through with all my plans, or to fail. If I win, I shall be one of the greatest men in history. If I fail, I shall be condemned, despised, and damned.”
-Albert Speer - Hitler’s personal architect and later Minister of Armaments for Nazi Germany |
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One night at Cheers, Cliff Clavin explained the "Buffalo Theory" to his buddy, Norm. "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.
In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine! That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers." ![]() |
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Alexander and Diogenes
Alexander’s encounter with the Cynic philosopher Diogenes at Corinth. Cynics believed that it was right to live “according to nature”, showing contempt not only for wealth and social position but even for the common conveniences of daily life. Diogenes eschewed all possessions and lived, at least for a time, in a pithos (large storage jar), eating and drinking with his hands and performing all bodily functions in public. A sharper contrast between the ascetic and the all-powerful and wealthy king would be harder to imagine, and the encounter clearly “had to happen”. According to the account of Plutarch, Alexander asked Diogenes to request a favour from him, to which Diogenes replied: “You can step out of my sunlight”. Alexander was impressed. “If I were not Alexander,” he said, “I should wish to be Diogenes.” Whether such an exchange in fact took place has been questioned, (only Plutarch and the Greek historical novel, Alexander Romance, tell the story), but if the two did meet, it is very probable that Diogenes took a suitably disdainful attitude. From Alexander the Great |
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One day on the set, John Rich had enormous difficulty with a certain outdoor shot. Each take was marred by some sort of intrusive noise - barking dogs, passing jets, honking cars...
"Why," a curious observer wondered, "do you persist in shooting the same scene so many times?" "Madam," Rich replied, venting his exasperation, "have you stopped to consider how many cinemas there are in this country?" |
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