Saturday, March 01, 2008
The Kinitawowi & Bally Show, episode 25
TM: The coroner returned a verdict of "Rock!".
*Recorded in Basford, Stoke-on-Trent, 28/9/07*
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K: The Last Samurai is actually a good film, if you can get past the idea that it's a Tom Cruise film.
B: See, I can't.
K: If you view it as a Ken Watanabe vehicle, it's awesome!
*Recorded in B's house, Stoke-on-Trent, 29/9/07*
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TM: Tour De France, the game.
B: That could be quite good.
TM: Pedal like fuck.
B: No, it's a team game. Lots of strategy.
TM: Everybody pedal like fuck.
*Recorded in Forbidden Planet, Oldham Street, Manchester, 20/10/07*
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*K has his hands over his ears; B looks at him quizzically*
K: My ears are cold, OK?
B: You want to get your head into some muffs.
K: *dispassionate, commanding* Insert joke here.
B: I just did that, didn't I?
*pause*
B: Besides, you can't say "insert" any more.
K: Another word on the list of words you can't use in polite company?
B: Yes.
K: So it's "insert", "moist" and "throb".
*Recorded in Basford, Stoke-on-Trent, 29/10/07*
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*K&B are talking about the latest developments in House*
B: Was the number 23 interesting?
K: Hold on, let me check.
B: There's a list on Wikipedia, isn't there?
K: No, there's a list on my PC.
*Recorded over the phone, Manchester & Stoke-on-Trent, 16/11/07*
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C: My landlord's a useless bastard.
B: So's mine.
*pause for incomprehension*
B: It's me.
C: I'm sure you're not a bastard.
*Recorded at All Bar One, Manchester, 2/12/07*
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K: It's getting so cold I'm starting to consider wearing socks in bed.
TM: I do that anyway.
*pause*
B: Me too.
K: Fine! I can see I'm behind the times.
B: It's not peer pressure, Dave.
*Recorded in Leeds, 9/12/07*
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*K, B and TM are watching the video for Motorhead's Ace Of Spades*
B: Those men are sweaty.
*one minute pause*
b: And hairy.
K: It was the seventies.
B: Sweat and hair were in!
*Recorded in K's flat, Manchester, 9/2/08*
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K: Within six hours of this phone being switched on, I got a phone call from someone who wanted me to suck their dick.
*pause*
K: Only three people had my number: me, my Dad and BT.
*pause*
K: It didn't sound like my Dad, and BT assured me it wasn't them.
*Recorded in K's flat, Manchester, 9/2/08*
*Recorded in Basford, Stoke-on-Trent, 28/9/07*
K: The Last Samurai is actually a good film, if you can get past the idea that it's a Tom Cruise film.
B: See, I can't.
K: If you view it as a Ken Watanabe vehicle, it's awesome!
*Recorded in B's house, Stoke-on-Trent, 29/9/07*
TM: Tour De France, the game.
B: That could be quite good.
TM: Pedal like fuck.
B: No, it's a team game. Lots of strategy.
TM: Everybody pedal like fuck.
*Recorded in Forbidden Planet, Oldham Street, Manchester, 20/10/07*
*K has his hands over his ears; B looks at him quizzically*
K: My ears are cold, OK?
B: You want to get your head into some muffs.
K: *dispassionate, commanding* Insert joke here.
B: I just did that, didn't I?
*pause*
B: Besides, you can't say "insert" any more.
K: Another word on the list of words you can't use in polite company?
B: Yes.
K: So it's "insert", "moist" and "throb".
*Recorded in Basford, Stoke-on-Trent, 29/10/07*
*K&B are talking about the latest developments in House*
B: Was the number 23 interesting?
K: Hold on, let me check.
B: There's a list on Wikipedia, isn't there?
K: No, there's a list on my PC.
*Recorded over the phone, Manchester & Stoke-on-Trent, 16/11/07*
C: My landlord's a useless bastard.
B: So's mine.
*pause for incomprehension*
B: It's me.
C: I'm sure you're not a bastard.
*Recorded at All Bar One, Manchester, 2/12/07*
K: It's getting so cold I'm starting to consider wearing socks in bed.
TM: I do that anyway.
*pause*
B: Me too.
K: Fine! I can see I'm behind the times.
B: It's not peer pressure, Dave.
*Recorded in Leeds, 9/12/07*
*K, B and TM are watching the video for Motorhead's Ace Of Spades*
B: Those men are sweaty.
*one minute pause*
b: And hairy.
K: It was the seventies.
B: Sweat and hair were in!
*Recorded in K's flat, Manchester, 9/2/08*
K: Within six hours of this phone being switched on, I got a phone call from someone who wanted me to suck their dick.
*pause*
K: Only three people had my number: me, my Dad and BT.
*pause*
K: It didn't sound like my Dad, and BT assured me it wasn't them.
*Recorded in K's flat, Manchester, 9/2/08*
