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Some comic relief This is on my Amazon wish-list. I love the mad, over-the-top style of the late Terry Thomas and from a young age, was delighted by his crazy turns of phrase, his hilarious demeanor and wonderful portrayal of the upper class cad. I must say that every time I am unfortunate enough to see Gordon Brown, The Community Organiser or Sarkozy on the television, it is hard not to shout out in true TT style: “What an absolute shower!”
Where did the expression “absolute shower” come from, by the way?
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An absolute shower of shit?
That’s Terry-Thomas. The hyphen is all important.
Good book BTW. Sad demise.
Don’t hold it in. Shout it out. I do. It feels good, believe me.
I still utter T-T’s memorable “Blast!” (from Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines) whenever I cock things up utterly around the house.
shower of shit definitely
Shambling shower of shit, shurely?
RSMs have described everyone who is not one thus since time immemorial.
For the life of me I cannot remember the name of this movie: he was a professor at a California college (UCLA I think), and lived in a beach house. Remembering the scenes of him chasing about on the beach with a frankfurter skewered on the tip of his umbrella still brings me almost to tears I laugh so hard.
A sad ending to a very funny and talented man.