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  At Last the 1948 Show - Volume 2

  Tim Brooke-Taylor, Marty...

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  At Last the 1948 Show is a classic satirical TV series that prided and inspired Monty Python. Featuring Cambridge footlighters John Cleese, Tim Brooke-Taylor and Graham Chapman, this is arguably the finest sketch comedy series ever produced, and certainly something you do not want to miss... 
  This volume features a compilation of classic sketches from the first and second series of the show, including: 
  -Intro-Let's Speak-a English-Top of the Form-Spiv Doctor-Thief in Library-Come Dancing

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  From Mohair Suits to Kinky Boots...

  Geoff Deane

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  A very funny book packed with very funny stories, written by a very funny and often peculiar man Jonathan Ross.  The Samuel Pepys of East London Maurice Gran.  As the lead singer of Modern Romance he toured the world, as the screenwriter of Kinky Boots he conquered Hollywood, now comes Geoff Deane's latest act as a brilliant and witty ranconteur in this hilarious memoir.  Geoff Deane has worked as a fly-pitcher selling out of a suitcase, and flogged suits on Brick Lane market in London's East End. He was the singer in a much-loved culty punk band the Leyton Buzzards, a floppy-haired pop star in Modern Romance, a songwriter, and record producer. He wrote a gay anthem for John Waters drag queen muse Divine, worked as journalist and restaurant critic for style magazines The Face and Arena, before becoming a successful writer and producer of TV comedy. And then he wrote a couple of films, one of which, Kinky Boots, became a Tony Award winning Broadway  stage show.  With a cast ranging from local oddballs to international celebrities, Geoff Deane's unique take on the world is only matched by his extraordinarily rich use of language, with a smattering of Cockney rhyming slang, Yiddish and Polari.  A glossary is provided.

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  Insanity Running A Muck

  James M. Spears

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  Idiotic Audio presents Insanity Running A Muck,  by James M. Spears 
  Sixteen of the Funniest Stories in the World!

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  Drink Smoke Snort Stroke

  Willy de Wit, David Downs

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  A wild and raw tale of Willy’s life – from his early career in stand-up comedy, to his successful and seminal TV show, to his work on the radio – but then beyond, to a world of alcoholism, chronic drug addiction, long standing bouts of depression and a major stroke suffered for good measure. But apart from those minor occurrences, it’s a pretty run of the mill read… if you’re illiterate.By the popular star of ‘Funny Business’ and Radio Hauraki Morning Pirates (and let’s not forget the Harvey Chicken ads…)

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  French Exit - A Novel

  Patrick Dewitt

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  From bestselling author Patrick deWitt, a brilliant and darkly comic novel about a wealthy widow and her adult son who flee New York for Paris in the wake of scandal and financial disintegration. 
  Frances Price—tart widow, possessive mother, and Upper East Side force of nature—is in dire straits, beset by scandal and impending bankruptcy. Her adult son Malcolm is no help, mired in a permanent state of arrested development. And then there's the Price's aging cat, Small Frank, who Frances believes houses the spirit of her late husband, an infamously immoral litigator and world-class cad whose gruesome tabloid death rendered Frances and Malcolm social outcasts. 
  Putting penury and pariahdom behind them, the family decides to cut their losses and head for the exit. One ocean voyage later, the curious trio land in their beloved Paris, the City of Light serving as a backdrop not for love or romance, but self destruction and economical ruin—to riotous effect. A number of singular characters serve to round out the cast: a bashful private investigator, an aimless psychic proposing a seance, and a doctor who makes house calls with his wine merchant in tow, to name a few. 
  Brimming with pathos, French Exit is a one-of-a-kind 'tragedy of manners,' a send-up of high society, as well as a moving mother/son caper which only Patrick deWitt could conceive and execute.

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  United States Censuous Bureau -...

  Steve Kube

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  The snippets below attest that every day was an adventure while doing census work in the wilds of the South during the most contentious political climate of our time. 
    
    
  ...Not too many guns came out. I wasn't told to get the hell off my property but for once or twice...  
    
    
  ...the driver suddenly wheeled her substantial upper torso around to face me and with all seriousness said "I'd knock you over for that har." 
    
    
  The mountains are majestic, their colors an infinite blur of enchanting hues that changes as the earth rounds the sun and the sun crosses the sky. 
    
    
  One lot had more decaying vehicles spread out higgledy-piggledy than I had time to count, and the space between the crapped-out conveyances was chockablock with other junk. 
    
    
  If your smart speaker overhears you asking your dog if he went out and crapped like a boss will it go on your permanent record? 
    
    
  ...The next day when the boys got together to smoke, the lizard came back for more. This time all they had to do was hold the cigarette where the lizard could get to it and it came and put its mouth on the butt of the cigarette to get a hit of nicotine. 
    
    
  ...It was a small-caliber pistol, so if he was a lousy shot, or a very good one, and missed my vitals, he could have pumped more than a few slugs in me before I hit the ground. 
    
    
  A cup of coffee suits me in the morning. Please don't bring me a latte, frappe, mocha-chino, double grande-cuppa-froo-froo, early in the morning. A glass of fresh brewed iced tea and a tomato sandwich, a beer and a burger; onion rings, and hush puppies done-just-right will do just fine, thank you much. 
    
    
  And then I came to a freakin' fork in the road. A freakin' fork. No signs, just a fork. I still had no GPS signal, I was back in the old world now, left to my own devices.  
    
    
  A lot of my time that day was spent around the Coosa, a lazy flowing river as inviting as any I'd ever seen. It was a good day. Everyone I met was a friend. It was enough to have one let go of the need to cleave to one or another belief about anything and to just let things be as they are. 
    
    
  We settled down and went back to watching the night sky for shooting stars and speculating on UFOs, but by that time none of us was particularly interested in believing what the rest of us had to say about anything. 
    
    
  We all know what it's like to be betrayed; To hell with that. Fool me once, fuck you. 
    
    
  Alabama was somewhat like a seductive and partly dangerous woman who has her way with you because she can, and it's all your fault for showing up anyway. I'd go back to Alabama in a skinny minute.

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