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Post by trt on Feb 11, 2013 13:19:29 GMT
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Post by brigham on Feb 11, 2013 13:37:43 GMT
" In Convenience " !! Boom Boom!
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Post by metrailway on Feb 11, 2013 13:54:41 GMT
Where are the relief staff when you need them?  I'll get my coat... |
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Post by trt on Feb 11, 2013 14:07:21 GMT
It's like a scene from a Carry On film! Actually... what would one call a railway based Carry On film? I'm not suggesting that they should make one, given the horrible history of trying to recreate something classic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 15:10:16 GMT
They've already done a Carry On about toilets (unsurprisingly) so that's out. How about "Don't Carry On At All"?  |
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Post by Chris W on Feb 11, 2013 19:08:55 GMT
Carry on... (Not) at your convenience |
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Post by nickf on Feb 12, 2013 9:25:47 GMT
I wonder if the signalman found three old ladies while he was locked in there.
Surely this should have happened at Waterloo?
I'll fetch me jacket.
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Post by Ben on Feb 12, 2013 11:51:21 GMT
"Carry on... At your convenience"
A few scenes were filmed in Uxbridge, in the section of the high street now effectively abandoned and derelict.
It is apparently (I'm not an aficionado of Carry Ons) a source of some notoriety within the series for two reasons. First, that Sid James' his a far more muted and less bawdy interaction with his love victim interest than hitherto, and secondly, that by portraying trade unionists as being obstructive, workshy egotists who just need a good spanking by their mummies to knock them back into line, they managed to alienate their main target market; working class persons, who were more likely than not to be connected to a trade union.
Ahhh, the days when Britain made its own stuff, and it was a mans right to smoke a pipe!
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Post by trt on Feb 12, 2013 12:24:45 GMT
I can just imagine a scene where a government minister, in the vein of Richard Wattis, investigating the fiasco of railway franchises, arrives at the signal box to hear cries of "Help, help!" coming from a Victorian outhouse where he frees a Charles Hawtrey-like signalman who has to run off to the frame with suitable single-entendres along the lines of "Here, tug on this, and make sure you hold it until my bell rings."
Carry On Up the Mainline?
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