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Well if you had stuck 9 creme eggs up his bum, I bet you could have gotten away with taking that picture…

Nope. Don’t know this guy. So bingled the search by image to get a name. Nope, still don’t know this guy, so bingled the name to get a bio. Nope still don’t know this guy. Don’t know any of the movies on the list, never heard of’m.

I must be doing something wrong. I miss so much.

He has been in a lot of movies. Must have a lot of money, eh?

Trust me, Skandia Recluse, if the poor devil shops where we do, he hasn’t got a lot of money! 🙂

Think TV programmes rather than movies.

perhaps if he stuck 9 *vintage* wine glasses up his bum that would give one a road on which to present…

I don’t have an inkling about his name, but when I saw the pic the words “Downton Abbey” and “Upstairs/Downstairs” glowed dimly in my head. Am I close? Prolly not.

Mr Who?

yes, precisely.

I can’t eat anything with chicken in it either cuz they give chickens penicillin and I’m allergic…it comes out in their eggs as well so nothing with eggs in it.

No doubt a Sir somebody. Why do I find this so suspenseful?

Andy McConnell

But I watch Antiques Roadshow religiously as I have no life.

Ripley, at last. I would have pegged all of you as Antiques Road Show watchers.

And that’s not a dead pool submission…

Late to the party, but I wouldn’t have guessed either. He was very familiar but not place-able; it’s been a long time since I’ve watched Antiques Road Show.

Are there really EU privacy laws?

Tom, does the Pope shit in the woods?

It’s the EU that thunk up those ‘right to be forgotten’ laws which disemboweled Google searches for people with an embarrassing past. Or the GDPR laws which are so restrictive and confusing that a lot of US news outlets just block us rather than deal with it. Oh, they have privacy laws alright. They don’t prevent bad actors from leaking your personal shit all over the place, but they sure make life restrictive for the peasant folk.

“Andy McConnell”? Never heard of him. The only time I’ve caught Antiques Road Show is by accident while waiting for Motor Week or Nature to start.

“Tom, does the Pope shit in the woods?”

For you fuzzy furriners learning American colloquial speech there are many variations of this wonderfully descriptive expression which is synonymous with “yes”, “hell yes” or the ever popular but now completely out of fashion for it’s insensitivity, “duuuuuh”.

“Do bears wear funny hats?”
“Do bears live in the Vatican?”
“Does the Pope wear a funny hat?”
“Does the Pope live in the woods?”
“Do bears shit in the Vatican?”
and
“Does the Pope shit in the woods?”

(also out of fashion for insensitivity)
“of course! What are you stupid?”

the negation as presumably bears do not wear funny hats, or shit, or live, in the Vatican and vice versa for the pope living or shitting in the woods, have nothing to do with whether or not the statement is correct. The mere use of the Pope, or bears, in the wrong place doing the wrong thing is essentially confirmation that your question has what should be an obvious answer.

@Stoaty They don’t prevent bad actors from leaking your personal shit all over the place, but they sure make life restrictive for the peasant folk. That’s point of it.

IMHO McConnell always looks as if he’s just come off a week long bender…I love his cheesy puns which the poor hopeful sods clutching their car boot finds never seem to get.

My fav RS expert is Geoffrey Munn…when he’s on there’s a frisson of excitement in the crowd. Munn’s 1993 The Triumph of Love: Jewelry 1530-1930 is out of print but it’s a wonderful history of the jewelry of love.

One suspects that if this were the 18th century, both Munn and Julian Fellowes would be covered in jewels.

I also enjoy David Battie as we collect Japanese root carvings and netsuke.

However I can’t watch the US version. Apart from American colonial furniture and the occasional Asian or Native American piece…it’s mostly collectibles.

There was a restaurant in Plano that had a fascinating collection of ‘pronographic’ netsuke ( I tried not to spend time learing at it, but it was on the way to the necessary you see).

The sort of thing I had to scurry the young male offspring keen eyed observationists by so as not to have to do any explaining to anyone, including Mrs Durned who would have demanded to know what kind of place I brought her and our offspring to for dinner.