| -fatty- 2850 03.07.2004 07:13 |
Am I being naive or have I just missed the joke? Why is there so much talk of Flashman & Archie being the same person? They know each other outside the internet but if that makes them one and the same then I must be Shanyaks as well. Bob the Shrek is in fact Your Valentine and Eggy was Raspy. What is it that makes whoever it is think that Flashy and Archie are the same person? fatty. |
| iGSM 03.07.2004 07:44 |
I thought Flashman and Archie were both people. That's probably where the similarity finishes. I also thought that Fatty was a dead actor. Now, get back to your grave. |
| Banquo 03.07.2004 07:48 |
Clearly its bollocks. One of these days whem I finally get round to the reform club I'll take my digital camera and prove they are two seperate stout, proud indivduals. Although such modern technology in the reform club will no doubt raise suspiscion and arouse interest to people who think the electric iron is state-of-the-art. |
| Flashman 03.07.2004 12:38 |
You're welcome anytime Banquo, old man. This seems to have been a rumour circulated by those sad, insular folk who cannot comprehend that people have friends in real life, as well as on t'internet. Let 'em all rot, I say. Sir Archie Leach, the old sausage, lives less than 2 miles from the Towers, and we have been pals for the best part of 15 years. We have holidayed abroad together (often with other cohorts like Greg 'The Truth' Lambert, Paul 'Amazing' Grace, 'Magnificent' Bob Dent or 'Marvellous' Marvin Kayne - we're rather big on nicknames in our clique), on several occasions (Rhodes, Ibiza, Amsterdam - my word, we stood those places on their heads. Except Ibiza, which was a bit of a letdown. Oh, and Amsterdam where Archie almost died) and we usually meet a couple of times a week either to get royally ratted or so that I can give him a thumping on the tennis court. Unfortunately, he seems to have hung up his golf clubs, or I would be whupping him at that too. To the best of my knowledge, we haven't shared any women. Well, what Archie doesn't know won't hurt him, anyway. We do, however, share a love of wine, beer, vodka, dollybirds, the Conservative party and a certain little band named Queen. A cad, he may be. A drunken sot, he most definitely is. But he is a grand chap at heart, and as fine a friend as you could ever hope to have, bless him. |
| Flashman 03.07.2004 19:43 |
He also owes me a pint. |
| dragonzflame 04.07.2004 01:50 |
fatty wrote: Am I being naive or have I just missed the joke? Why is there so much talk of Flashman & Archie being the same person? They know each other outside the internet but if that makes them one and the same then I must be Shanyaks as well. Bob the Shrek is in fact Your Valentine and Eggy was Raspy. What is it that makes whoever it is think that Flashy and Archie are the same person?Dunno - it might be the writing style which both share. Mind you, it never crossed my mind until it was suggested anyway, which I'd say was the case with a lot of people. Bet you didn't know that I am in fact Polar Bear, too. |
| Polar Bear 04.07.2004 06:51 |
Oh crap sticks. My secret. |
| Catgoddess 04.07.2004 07:02 |
Well I'm actually the only real person here. |
| Sir Archie 'Tiffany' Leach 04.07.2004 17:17 |
15 years of Flashman it seems like yesterday... It all began when a young lad, lets call him Archie, was wandering down the road wearing black trousers and white trainers with his head tilted to one side, pretending to have attitude and be Christopher Lambert from Highlander. On his way to sign on and being hit by an egg thrown from a passing car things looked bleak for the little chap. He grew a bit apprehensive as he came to pass by the Reform Club as he'd heard many a strange tale about this drinking establishment and its patrons. "Bugger" moaned Archie as the egg soaked through his trousers. Meanwhile inside the Reform Club... "And that gentlemen is the winnning hand. Come to daddy". Flashman gathered the chips from the table and with a stroke of his tartcatchers passed them to the waiting boy to cash in. "How do you do it Flashy you old devil?" asked Whiffy Ashton. "Skill, good looks and breeding, my dear fellows" said Flashman smugly. A rough looking fellow pushed his way from the bar and cast a shadow over the card table. His name was 'Marvellous' Marvin Kayne a ne'er do well and as tight as a ducks arse. "You think you're pretty special don't you Flashman?" "Guilty as charged" quipped Flash quick as a err...flash. "Fancy a wager you old bluffer" goaded the fat Ken Barlow lookalike. Flashman nodded vigourously the chance to take money off Kayne was too good an opportunity to be missed. "I bet you can't turn the next person who passes that window into a quintessential English gent, debonair and courteous with the heirs and graces befitting royalty". "No problem. You're on" chuckled Flashman. "Easy money". Half the Reform Club pressed their noses to the window to get a view of the person who would be trusted to save Flashman's honour and good name. Around the corner came a rangy lad with his head at a peculiar angle with the most amazing white trainers topped off with egg yolk on his trousers. "Oh for fucks sake" uttered Flashman. That ladies and gentlemen is how it all began, no really it did. Fifteen years of booze, birds and Iss Pro Evolution and never a cross word apart from who owned MY world beer guide book. |
| Flashman 05.07.2004 02:52 |
It certainly was one wager I couldn't possibly win, Archie, you old villain. |
| Holly2003 06.07.2004 03:26 |
Flashman, a new inmate at Broadmoor mental hospital announced in a loud voice that he was the famous British naval hero, Lord Nelson. This was particularly interesting, because the institution already had a patient who thought he was "Lord Nelson," the deluded longtime inmate Sir Archie. The head psychiatrist, after due consideration, decided to put the two men in the same room, feeling that the similarity of their delusions might prompt an adjustment in each that would help in curing them. It was a calculated risk, of course, for the two men might react violently to one another, but they were introduced and then left alone and no disturbance was heard from the room that night. The next morning, the doctor had a talk with Flashman and was more than pleasantly surprised when he was told, "Doctor, I've been suffering from a delusion. I know now for a fact that I am not Lord Nelson." "That's wonderful," said the doctor. "Who are you?" Smiling coyly, Flashman replied, "I know now that I am Lady Nelson." |
| geeksandgeeks 06.07.2004 11:01 |
Fatty, you've got to stop scaring me like that. I'm sure you can guess without me saying what I THOUGHT this topic was going to be. And I am rather relieved that it wasn't :$ |
| Taylor-Mayed 06.07.2004 16:04 |
Alarmingly, that would make me Crazy Little Thing. Well, before she disappeared off into the ether anyway. Hang on, what am I doing here? This isn't Outpost Gallifrey... |
| Flashman 06.07.2004 18:03 |
Taylor-Mayed wrote: Hang on, what am I doing here? This isn't Outpost Gallifrey...You could have fooled me, bub. And if I've got entirely the wrong end of t'stick, and folk are actually insinuating that I am secretly in LOVE with Sir Archie Leach, the old crank, let me ensure all the ladies that Flashy's End Zone has never been the subject of a homosexual touchdown. To the best of my knowledge. |
| Bob The Shrek 06.07.2004 18:11 |
There is no way on Earth that YV and myself are the same person - Barb likes people ;-) |
| Flashman 06.07.2004 18:14 |
Whatever you say, Barb. |
| YourValentine 08.07.2004 15:10 |
I am not Bob ------------------ I am a green ogre |
| Bob The Shrek 08.07.2004 17:37 |
LOL, Barb - nice touch! |
| The Real Wizard 08.07.2004 22:36 |
I am not Bob, either. |
| YourValentine 09.07.2004 04:10 |
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together... ----------------- GOO GOO GOO JOOB |
| AC 09.07.2004 05:32 |
I'm a camel. |
| Taylor-Mayed 09.07.2004 10:27 |
I'm Bob, and so's my wife. Well, somebody had to say it. |