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DocSausage
This message was updated on 8/6/2004 5:19:35 PM by DocSausage |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 4:39:18 PM quote: 
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Derradah
Rank: Toyah |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 5:32:21 PM Oh yeh, now that really is the classic look, the Charlie Mitton look.As we've said, he has magic powers. Anyone try to ****him up, a coincidence occurs.This is it. Talkin' about Stoke Newington, I was idly perusing the Daily mirror today when I came across the following (P.33) Aug.6 2004: A knife thug aged 15 stabbed a woman jogger to boost local crime rates, it emerged yesterday. The yob, dubbed Slasher by friends, took twisted pride in his area topping murder tables. He now faces jail for two horror stab attacks. He knifed Monica Watts hours after gloating over murder figures on a police website, the Old bailey heard. The lout sneered at her in a park:'Hello jogging princess. I'll get you on your next lap'. He ran after the teacher ,39, and stabbed her in the stomach and repeatedly kicked the injury as she lay wounded. As she staggered off, he yelled:"I'll get you next time." A passing doctor gave vital first aid after the attack at Clissold Park, Stoke Newington, East London, last December. Earlier while on a library P.C. he shouted:"Yes", telling a probation supervisor:" Hackney are tops for murder". That's what its about, talk ugly things and Mitty can prove that magic still exists in the world.Synchronicity. |
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Derradah
Rank: Toyah |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 5:36:28 PM Yeh, and all done on a library P.C.!!! |
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DocSausage
This message was updated on 8/6/2004 5:50:00 PM by DocSausage |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 5:46:54 PM /pdf_file/bm7insight.pdf |
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peakyblinder
old hand Rank: Chinny |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 7:24:58 PM Right, all we need to do now is build up a dossier of the mofo's movements. Then we can figure out a good place to take him out. Looks like the library's the best bet and any other place where no-marks hang out: doss-houses, public toilets and the like. Anyone seen the twat recently. If so, where and when? |
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falsedog
Rank: Jasper |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 8:12:57 PM Spotted on floor three of the central library today pulling The Times out of a bin and then standing reading it and getting in the way. A quick shot from the Social Sciences balcony would have done the trick, then taking the lift down to the ground floor then off through Paradise Forum, past the bookies into Summer Row and safely away a good hour before their security guys have even registered the unconscious, blood and piss leaking form of Charlie as being any different to his usual mode of existance. |
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peakyblinder
old hand Rank: Chinny |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/6/2004 10:34:19 PM Copy that, Falsie, but it's a no-go. There are security cameras all over the place in there. I need a good vantage point from outside of the library and just a second-long window of opportunity. |
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Gravy Hole
Rank: Oddie |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/7/2004 9:55:01 AM Hell, what depresses me just about more than anything else is that we get a mildly amusing little thread going about murdering Mr Mitton and then that bunch of selfserving kuntz have to poke their noses in and fu ck it up. There's a lot to be said for eugenics if you ask me. |
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Gravy Hole
Rank: Oddie |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/7/2004 9:56:51 AM quote: There must be another book suppository you could shoot from? |
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Barriminge
Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 8/7/2004 3:56:32 PM by Barriminge |
Catch him on the ONBEAT
replied on: 8/7/2004 3:53:42 PM Sure guys,but I think we should at least allow him some armour.What's happened to Matey? He's been well and truly hexed as well as burgled.He's been banned from the BINS site or so he thinks. He should remember the words of another satellite, Kathy Acker, and say in memoriam to identity. He worships the spokespeople of the transcategorical but can't stop being who he is.Could n't we make a deal and meet and discuss this, I'm sure he could buy everyone a drink. He is after all the most learned person to have contributed to the BINS site. He'll buy drinks all night, I'm sure.I could recite the soliloquy from Hamlet.That should cool your brains.He reckons the people contributing to this thread are too eloquent to be who they say they are.As for Mitton,he's nearly dead anyway. I'd watch him though he's vicious and knows some funny people,especially those who work in libraries. I'll let you into a secret. Someone told me that he was feeling very ill the other day and did another act of negentropic magick.He was lying on the couch watching afternoon television.It was a programme about those people who swap houses with people from another country. It was a couple from near Nottingham swapping with a couple from Calgary in Canada. The programme showed the Canadians in Nottingham city centre looking around.Mitton noticed a signpost saying 'to Nottingham Castle'.Our anti-hero thought that he'd never heard of Nottingham Castle.He thought that it didn't exist.Anyway (and that connotes an aporia)that evening, after his supper he settled down to watch an historico-archealogical programme when he was gobsmacked to find that it concerned....Nottingham Castle.Honest!! Turns out he turned out to be right as usual anyway since he discovered that the castle didn't exist.It had been destroyed by Oliver Cromwell except for a few underground tunnels and some outer brickwork.It was an amazing thing though that his surmizing should be so directly responded to by the second programme.People say he's autistic but I don't know, there's something funny.Anyway best of luck, chaps.As for you Thothage, look what you've kicked off now!! |
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DocSausage
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A protest
replied on: 8/7/2004 4:47:48 PM quote: Yes, Barri, I see what you mean. The nature of the conversation on this thread is quite disturbing and in no way coincides with my intentions when I created it. I can only condemn this vicious, mindlessly aggressive talk in connection with Charlie, a man who, as you your self well know, has caused harm to no man. In fact he has enriched the life of the area and the lives of many who have the misfortune to live here. When I re-instated Charlie at the top of the Fave Brum charts I was simply placing him back in his rightful position. I mean - look at the competition! So no more hatred and violence. Charlie is a phenomenon - let us celebrate his presence in our midst with good cheer and good philosophy! Doc Thothage |
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falsedog
Rank: Jasper |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/7/2004 8:55:03 PM quote: Um, book DEpository |
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peakyblinder
old hand Rank: Chinny |
Who will rid us of this ugly mofo?
replied on: 8/8/2004 4:16:15 PM I will be away on recon for the next few days but would appreciate it if any confirmed sightings of the target could be logged here. |
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Barriminge
Rank: Jasper This message was updated on 8/10/2004 2:26:42 PM by Barriminge |
Catch him on the ONBEAT
replied on: 8/9/2004 11:31:27 AM Charlie called with his answer.I, Minge, shall tell the story: Indeed, yes.I well recall the days of Lyons teahouses and the Kardomah.Years ago when Charlie was a callow youth (already going wrong with visits to the Greyhound and the Mexicana Café in Bromsgrove St.) the names to recall might have been Rimbaud, De Quincey or the Beat poets and the City Square seemed quite wonderful as Washington Square must have seemed to John Clellon Holmes. The bohemian hangouts included the old Windsor in Cannon Street and the old Art Gallery tearoom. Such people as Bob Wall. Derek Lawrence, John O’ Rourke, Tracey O’ Neil, Bob Owen and of course, John Richards, the cider drinking, cough mixture quaffing grass cutter,who claimed to be a dentist,seemed to the young Mitton sophisticated older men who never seemed to work. They were intellectuals even and the tearoom seemed the kind of place where Jean-Paul Sartre might have hung out. There was one particular individual who was often to be found in the old tearoom. He hovered around in perhaps a light summer jacket, a bargee jersey and suede shoes (as Captain Mainwearing would say, never trust a man who wears suede shoes).To the teenage Charlie, this man in his mid-thirties had to be an artist or philosopher. As he grew older though he got to know the guy. Instead he was a feckless,seemingly impoverished man who was obsessed with schoolgirls at bus-stops. Do you think she fancies me? He would continually ask. They called him John the Lover. Also he was obsessed with certain aspects of his own past. He’d had friends who were dentists( real ones not like Richards) or teachers like Big John the Baron who incidentally taught geography at Handsworth Grammar when Charlie was there. The Lover would recall a contemporary, Crammer Bantock, and Jasper, the headmaster. He was always ready with a lurid story. His alma mater was Kings Norton Grammar School and he was always ready with a lurid story. Right up to very recently he would appear, never changing and still obsessed with that elusive schoolgirl. Kings Norton was his personal Stowe, Rugby or even Wimbledon Common. Charlie never knew where Kings Norton Grammar School is or was. He did however always associate it with those mysterious buildings near the Bulls Head on the Green. When he was up that way,and he does sometimes take the horse and cart up that neck of the woods, those buildings always seemed to give him some cause for reflection. The other night (Aug. 6th 2004) Charlie received a phone call from his old mate Fish, another Great Barr mod beatnik, who had mooched around the same circus. The news was that John had had been found at his flat. They had had to break the door down. He had been found dead in bed. That was the end of John the Lover. R.I.P. John Ellis. And then as Charlie idly watched television that same night some news came through. The Old Schoolhouse, Kings Norton and the Saracens Head had won their round in the BBC’s Restoration programme, Griff Rhys-Jones was there to tell us. They were the buildings that he’d associated with John and his Grammar school hang-up. Man, that was odd. It seemed like the buildings were yielding their answer. To the Mittonian subjectivity, it seemed like the work of Ellis himself or a tribute to his semi-tragic, three quarters empty but oh so typical and culturally emblematic existence. The two events formed a mere coincidence but a good one for the family album. Robert Anton Wilson would have enjoyed it. Out of entropy springs negentropy and the eternal duality. Charlie had to put a tenner on The Old Schoolhouse and The Saracens Head. Certain Winners !!!!! |
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racheymaus
old hand Rank: Chinny |
Hamsters?
replied on: 8/9/2004 12:16:28 PM quote: Definitely not a ladies' gun. I rest my case. Again. And as for Uncle Den, ignoramus, he didn't just form close relationships with Londoners, one was Canadian. This site's gone to the dogs; d'amour, probably. |
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