richard widmark and jean peters lying, deceiving, and generally working the angles on each other in "pick up on south street". and almost no tenderness. how like life.
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an obvious case of jaundice
about me
- coffeesnob
- melbourne, Australia
- single, male, 30s. favourite phrase: "the world was like this when i got here".
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- we've had the bodyline series,
- from azimov to zarathustra
- if speed dating
- cat stevens
- better than boost
- a life of incessant thrills (as usual)
- if the world
- pennies for pensées
- nothing in "pride and prejudice"
- more?
- sex and the city
- who needs an alarm clock?
- such a little thing
- herro!
- mozz on madonna
- by my calculation
- another cassandra
- if nothing happens
- in the slow lane
- life is too short
- i wonder how harmonic
- i thought
- would the thief
- amy wong in "futurama"
- who do you think you are kidding, johnny arab?
- we are incessantly told
- ruby keeler in "dames"
- lucky star?
- the last cavalier in a sea of tiresome roundheads
- when people ask
- cola
- did anyone see
- i don't know what's worse
- 23 years later
- normal service
- sorry
- joy in the morning
- toxic waste
- galileo
- i think
- intellectual copyright infringement's big day out
- inside the hexagon
- monet, monet, monet
- the readers have their say
- doctors are spoilsports
- two tribes
- naturally i'm happy alan johnston is now free
- you're not to talk
- why do cats
- dinner with jane austen
- do us a favour
- thank-you, canada
- what happened to
- little englanders
- does
- ipods
- islam
- without doubt
- if a celebrity does it
- judith brett
- some honesty at last
- a great composition
- money isn't everything
- i said to the waiter
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ahem. sticky fingers.
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