Topic: Richard Harris and His Day Off
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Sat 11/07/09 04:03 PM
The late and lamented Richard Harris was notorious for his love of alcohol. One Saturday, during the hieght of the London theatre season, he took his friend A.P.Anderson, a recently arrived New Yorker, on a tour of the pubs of London; quite an undertaking.
They happily drank the day away until 9.30pm, when they were forcibly ejected from The Red Edward, a little tavern near the British Museum (where most of Africa is still housed). The two men had become so intoxicated that they weren't allowed in any of the pubs they came across and Anderson despaired, until Harris suggested that they go to the theatre; "There's girls and booze darling, and no nasty doormen!"
So they went to see Shakespeare's The Tempest.
It was a fine production, and twenty minutes in the stage lights dimmed for the set-change. Harris leaned over to Anderson and whispered, "You'll love this bit darling, it's wonderful. This is where I come on... Shiiiiit!"

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Sat 11/07/09 04:14 PM
soo uhh mebbe im a bit dim but i didnt get it .. did he yell **** when it got quiet or soil himself or neither?

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Sat 11/07/09 04:15 PM
i think i prefer Ferris Buelers day off

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Sat 11/07/09 07:31 PM

soo uhh mebbe im a bit dim but i didnt get it .. did he yell **** when it got quiet or soil himself or neither?


No you're not dim, I just wasn't clear enough. Harris was in the play, but he was so drunk that he forgot, so he yells ****! when he realises he's meant to be on stage.

Haha, you're quite welcome to prefer Ferris Bueler, it had much better production value.

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Sun 11/08/09 10:09 AM
AH hA!! now its funny

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Sun 11/08/09 11:16 AM

The late and lamented Richard Harris was notorious for his love of alcohol. One Saturday, during the hieght of the London theatre season, he took his friend A.P.Anderson, a recently arrived New Yorker, on a tour of the pubs of London; quite an undertaking.
They happily drank the day away until 9.30pm, when they were forcibly ejected from The Red Edward, a little tavern near the British Museum (where most of Africa is still housed). The two men had become so intoxicated that they weren't allowed in any of the pubs they came across and Anderson despaired, until Harris suggested that they go to the theatre; "There's girls and booze darling, and no nasty doormen!"
So they went to see Shakespeare's The Tempest.
It was a fine production, and twenty minutes in the stage lights dimmed for the set-change. Harris leaned over to Anderson and whispered, "You'll love this bit darling, it's wonderful. This is where I come on... Shiiiiit!"
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