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Since this is Serge's forum, and he isn't available right now [he's in the field, Belfast, not in the pot], I feel duty bound to take over as assistant moderator.

 

So, er....that's quite enough of that!

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You've got it all wrong

or as you might say, wrooooooooooooooong.

 

This isn't Serge's Forum. The subject of this thread is Serge's Forum – that's quite different.

This is Serge's Forum. As if you didn't know.

 

P.S. wait till you hear Cat Power's and Karen Elson's karenelson.jpgversion of Serge G.'s 'Jet'aime'. It's fabby.

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:homer: You made me look at it again!

 

Actually, Serge was named after the eponymous French singing and smoking person! There's little resemblance, however.

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There's little resemblance, however.

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Let me see: a French male who mades a revolting din at odd hours of the day and who would rather kick your head in and take your eyes out than have sensible discourse - unless you are female, in which case....

 

Maybe we won't go there after all......

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It's released tomorrow

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scratch, scratch, squawk

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It's released tomorrow

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scratch, scratch, squawk

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Pretty woman, but she is either blind, or mad.

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No, no. That's not a woman. That's Serge. He's not blind: he's only resting his eyes (too much shiny silver). And he appears to have a woman with him.

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And he appears to have a woman with him.

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I know. SHE'S the one who must be BLIND or MAD. PAY ATTENTION!

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SHE'S the one

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No not Shes: it's Serge. You've nearly got it. Are you Chinese?

And he's not blind I tell you.

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No not Shes: it's Serge. You've nearly got it. Are you Chinese?

And he's not blind I tell you.

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The WOMAN IS BLIND OR MAD. THE ONE IN THE PICTURE WITH THAT UGLY SERGE CHARACTER. WOMAN GEDDIT! Are YOU blind?

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:2c: she just enjoys rino penetration..obviously. :rasta:

The WOMAN IS BLIND OR MAD. THE ONE IN THE PICTURE WITH THAT UGLY SERGE CHARACTER. WOMAN GEDDIT! Are YOU blind?

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The WOMAN IS BLIND OR MAD. THE ONE IN THE PICTURE WITH THAT UGLY SERGE CHARACTER. WOMAN GEDDIT! Are YOU blind?

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Serge isn't a character. He is a chainsmoker & enfant terrible of the french chanson.

 

What picture? This one?

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I'm not convinced there's a woman there at all. One is Serge the enfant terrible, behind him is Serge the Cockerel. The other one? Could be Frenchbob. Oh I get it. You mean Frenchbob is a woman?

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Interesting fact: they deny all knowledge of him in Gainsborough.

 

His girlfriend was Jane Birkin. Known ever since as Barkin' Birkin.

 

His first name, and that of my cock, is pronounced "Sairjuh" over here [say the first syllable as though you have something terminally nasty in your mouth].

 

That's three interesting facts. You do get value on this thread.

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Let me see:  a French male who mades a revolting din at odd hours of the day and who would rather kick your head in and take your eyes out than have sensible discourse - unless you are female, in which case....

 

Maybe we won't go there after all......

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I had a discourse with Serge today, as a matter of fact. He has large, sharp spurs and a wicked beak, and I had my trusty stick. It was a stand-off. I'll be firmer about how much of the rose garden he is to eat tomorrow.....maybe.

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:P When I was kid my father raised Turkeys. We had one Tom who was very protective of his ladies. Every day after school it was the same routine. I'd open the pen and go in with a pail of water and a pail of feed. Tom would come flying at me with great fury... and I'd boot him in the chest good and hard. Enough so he'd go ass over tea kettle before squaking off to hide. Every day the exact same thing.

 

Then one day his little pea brain came to the realization that I just might kick him in the chest again. That was the day he died. Instead of going ass over tea kettle, he tried to peck me in the foot as I kicked him - driving his head into his chest, killing him instantly.

 

It wasn't easy telling my father I had just killed his only breeding Tom! He wasn't even good eating...

 

Rj

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