Friday, 4 March 2011

Please Release Me Updated

Hi. Haven't been around lately for a few personal reasons.

I've just updated Please Release Me, the collaborative DVD release wishlist, with contributions from Stella Kordun, and Mary Whitehouse Experience by me. Please feel free to contribute!

http://www.dystopianfuchsia.com/p/please-release-me.html

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Anonymous9 March 2011 at 01:37
Hello, old friend. Just seen your Please Release Me doodah, and I think there are some bloody good shouts in there ('KYTV' and 'Mary Whitehouse' are particular stand-outs for me). However, YouTube recently turned me on to a regular Friday night, early 90s favourite of mine: 'Dream On'.

This was David Crane and Marta Kauffman's creation just before 'Friends' and is infinitely superior. 'Dream On' had swearing, tits and a gimmick that didn't outstay its welcome (a bloke constantly showing us what he's thinking by replaying a scene from an old b&w movie). It was (and still is) superbly entertaining - of course not everybody thinks so, as only the first two of six seasons are available on DVD (on regions 1 AND 2).

This is a shame as Friends is never off the fucking telly, and I could do with putting something on that does not require me to peel off my corneas and pour piss into my lugholes.

Thanks for you time.
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Ulysses 31

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