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SKETCH COMP 22-30.3.8
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Michael Monkhouse said:
Congrats to all on another fine batcha stuff.
This time we got FOUR WINNERS: DANNY, DAVID CHAPMAN, JUDE and ME! That's 10 shiny points and choice of subject for next time, ain't I generous? (PM me plis.) Hence:
Votes - Points - Name
2 - 10 - Danny, David Chapman, Jude, me
1 - 5 - Fred, Paul W
The new subject is SPACE, chosen by Nigel Kelly.
Rules:
One entry per person.
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything along those lines.
Please try and only post your entry and no other posts.
You can edit your entry as much as you want, up until the closing time.
Competition Closes: 30 March due to holiday madness.
Enjoy!
Overall Leader Board is now:
Points - Name
82 - Frankie
72 - Charley Rance
65 - Jude
60 - Baumski
51 - Fred Peters
43 - Michael Monkhouse
26 - David Chapman
21 - Paul Watson
20 - Dannyjb1
20 - Nigel Kelly
20 - Niteowl
20 - Lazzard
17 - Ellie
15 - Leevil
15 - Cinnamon
15 - Dale
11 - Steven
11 - Swerytd
09 - ajp29
09 - ShoePie
08 - Stylo
07 - Winterlight
06 - Hellboy
05 - Tumble
05 - Bushbaby
05 - Greggles
05 - Happy Shopper
05 - Timothy Marshal-Nichols
05 - Rob B
05 - John Kelly
04 - Andy W
04 - losaavedra
02 - Imamazed
02 - Slack Bladder
02 - Paul Nash
02 - Boits
02 - Gavin
01 - Charisma
01 - Skibbington von Skubber
01 - Ginger Jesus
01 - Nick Rivers
01 - Daddy Maz
01 - Martin Bickle
01 - Batman
01 - Ray Dawson
01 - Marion
01 - Tooting Jo
Spot any mistakes? There may well be, it's holiday season innit, so PM me. Thanks
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, wayne lewis said:
Scene INT. Spaceship- Night
SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE.
SPACE ODDITY BY DAVID BOWIE IS HEARD. AN ASTRONAUT IS SEEN FLOATING ABOUT SINGING ALONG.
ASTRONAUT 1: For the love of God will you turn that bloody song off?
ASTRONAUT 2: Leave him alone. He’s excited that’s all. Don’t you remember what you were like on your first time?
ASTRONAUT 1: Yes I can, and trust me I wasn’t this annoying. Twenty five times he’s played that song.
ASTRONAUT 3: Sorry Dad. I just can’t believe I’m in space! It’s brilliant.
ASTRONAUT 1: Yeah, whoopee. (TO HIMSELF) Frigging kids.
SAT NAV: (VOICE OF YODA) No GPS signal received, be it not.
ASTRONAUT 1: Who’s changed the voice of the sat nav?
ASTRONAUT 2: That was me. I couldn’t understand a thing it was saying when you had it on Klingon.
ASTRONAUT 3: Are we nearly there yet? I got go pee.
ASTRONAUT 2: Just go in your suit.
ASTRONAUT 3: What? No way. I could drown in here if I’m not careful.
SAT NAV: At the next black hole do a U turn you will.
ASTRONAUT 1: What?
SAT NAV: U turn now.
ASTRONAUT 1: It’s a Galactic Highway! Where am I supposed to turn?
SAT NAV: Recalculating route am I.
ASTRONAUT 1: Oh shut up!
SAT NAV: The dark side I sense in you.
ASTRONAUT 1: I don’t believe this.
SAT NAV: That is why you fail.
ASTRONAUT 3: (ANXIOUS) It’s starting to sting.
ASTRONAUT 2: Won’t be long now. What was that flash?
ASTRONAUT 1: Speed camera.
ASTRONAUT 2: Oh great. So are you going to slow down or not?
ASTRONAUT 1: I’m afraid if I slow down we won’t beat the traffic.
SAT NAV: Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to the third turning on the left.
ASTRONAUT 1: Shit! It’s talking in riddles!
ASTRONAUT 2: Don’t you think you’re a bit close to that ship in front?
ASTRONAUT 3: (SINGS) Ground control to major Tom. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on…
ASTRONAUT 1: Right! That’s it! I’m turning around and going home. We're not going to the new Ikea, and if you think you’re going to MacDonalds after this mister you can think again.
END
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Charley said:
Man walks into his conservatory
Man
Where have all my books gone.
Woman
Oh I moved them into the loft. We need the space.
Man
But you have taken them off the bookcase & replaced books with ornaments of dogs.
Woman
I had nowhere to put my collection.
Man
But it’s a BOOKCASE. For Books.
Woman
Now it’s an ornament case, for ORNAMENTS.
Man walks humpily into his livingroom.
Man
Where are all my DVD’s?
Woman
In the loft. I need the space.
Man
How am I supposed to watch my films now then?
Woman
You have seen them already. I needed the room for my Yoga mat & accesories.
Man walks stropily into his bedroom
Man
Most of my clothes are missing. Where are they.
Woman
In the loft. I needed the space. For my shoes.
CUT TO THE MANS IN LAWS VISITING!
Mother In-Law
Where is my Daughter. No one has heard a thing from her in weeks.
Man
(Shrugs)She said she needed space.(Grins knowingly)
CLOSE UP OF A BOUND & GAGGED WOMAN IN THE LOFT.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, roscoff said:
Scene is Steven Hawkin lecturing to a full lecture theatre. There are cameras journalists lights, the whole shabang!
V/O; Ladies and gentlemen. First there was Galileo. Then there was Newton. Now, with his unification theory of life the universe and everything. Professor Steven Hawkin.
[Huge round of applause, cheering music. Hawkins rolls on to the lecture platform]
Hawkin:
Thank....you....I'd....like.... to.... begin.... at..... the..... beginning...... The.... Big.... Bang. Space......was.....created...when......
2 hours later.
Hawkins:
And...with......the.....proof......of.....that...equation....the......
unification....theory....of....astro...and...quantum.....physics.......is.......complete.
[People stand and applaud there's cheering. A woman runs up and hugs him. Slowly the applause dies down and there is one student left standing. His hand gingerely is raised]
Hawkin:
Yes....young....man....a...question?
Man:[nervously]
Um....its just the resolution of the equation x over 2 beta y times pi obelisk two thirds over z times infinity...well.....it's fine as far as two dimensions are concerned but to me, it doesn't equate to the third dimension.
[Hawkins Rolls forward to the edge of the platform.]
Hawkin:
You....mean [beat] there...are.....three?
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, dannyjb1 said:
Apologies for any bad science.
INT. CANTEEN. DAY.
TWO SCIENCE TEACHERS ENJOYING A KIORA AND BAP.
TEACHER 1
So the universe and space are expanding at a constant rate and the popular threory is that there had been no new matter generated. Thus surely the gap between atoms must therefore be increasing.
TEACHER 2
Face it Phil, you got fat, it's all those pies.
ENDS
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, David Chapman said:
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, David Bussell said:
My first entry and it's a long one (said the bishop)
INT. RECORDING STUDIO
A TECHNICIAN IS SAT IN A CONTROL BOOTH. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GLASS, JACK ARRIVES. HE SHAKES OFF AN UMBRELLA, WET AND PISSED OFF.
TECHNICIAN:
Good morning, Jack. Everything okay?
JACK:
No, it isn’t. One of you jackass NASA freaks sideswiped me in the parking lot. What’s that gonna cost? Fuck!
TECHNICIAN:
I’m sorry to hear that, Jack.
JACK STEPS UP TO A MICROPHONE.
JACK:
Didn’t we do this message to space shit in the seventies already?
TECHNICIAN:
We sent it up on vinyl the first time.
JACK:
So what?
TECHNICIAN:
So what if they don’t have a record player?
JACK:
Okay, wise guy, just roll the tape.
TECHNICIAN:
We’re recording digital, Jack.
JACK:
You’re starting to piss me off, you know that?
TECHNICIAN:
Cool off, Jack, this is a goodwill message.
JACK:
I am cool!
TECHNICIAN:
Okay, okay! Listen, I have to step out for a leak. You good to go?
JACK:
Just get a move on.
TECHNICIAN:
Okay. And three, two, one…
HE PRESSES RECORD AND EXITS.
JACK:
This is a present from a small and distant word. I mean world! Fuck it!
HE ATTACKS THE MIC, KNOCKING IT OFF ITS STAND WITH A SQUEAL OF FEEDBACK.
JACK:
You know what? You can go suck a bag of dicks, you stool-headed alien fuck! I’m not gonna stand here and eat shit for some gnome raping alien! I hope you hear this and come down here – I will throw you in a river and piss in your snorkel and when I’m done with that I’ll nail your wife like a fucking crucifix!
THE TECHNICIAN RETURNS. JACK HURRIEDLY REPLACES THE MIC ON ITS STAND.
TECHNICIAN:
Okay, we’re all set. How do you feel, Jack?
JACK:
Much better.
EXT. SPACE
A NASA PROBE DRIFTS THROUGH THE COSMOS. A TRACTOR BEAM DRAWS IT INTO THE HATCH OF AN ALIEN SHIP.
ALIEN:
(O.S. and subbed)
Cock wizards!
INT. BACHELOR PAD
JACK IS SAT WATCHING A PLASMA SCREEN TV. THERE’S AN ENORMOUS EXPLOSION FROM OUTSIDE. HE RUSHES TO THE WINDOW. A LASER BEAM IS FIRING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS.
EXT. SPACE
PLANET EARTH. CARVED INTO ITS SURFACE IN LETTERS A CONTINENT HIGH:
‘PWNED’
INT. BACHELOR PAD
THE BEAM STOPS.
JACK:
You missed me, you goddamn donut puncher!
ANOTHER BOLT FROM ABOVE. JACK’S HOUSE IS OBLITERATED.
EXT. SPACE
‘PWNED’ IS NOW SPELLED WITH A FULL STOP.
ALIEN:
(O.S. and subbed)
Suck it, fucker.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Michael Monkhouse said:
BOY OH BOY
Michael Jackson planning his future career: "Think I'll act in a sci-fi movie... Think I'll get a part in 'Spaceboy'... No I'll act in a sci-fi movie."
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Nigel Kelly said:
INT. DAY. ESTATE AGENTS.
NOEL EDMONDS WALKS INTO AN ESTATE AGENTS.
WORKER: Mr Edmonds, this is a surprise.
NOEL: I am resurrecting 'Swap Shop', the programme that made me famous in the Eighties.
WORKER: I see, some free advertising for ourselves and how can we be of service to you Noel.
NOEL: I am interested in those new turnkey apartments in Mill Street.
WORKER: Very popular choice Noel. Bespoke design, all mod cons and at a reasonable price.
NOEL: I'll be back in two seconds.
NOEL RETURNS WITH A LARGE CARDBOARD BOX ON A TROLLEY.
NOEL: On page two of your brochure?
WORKER: Yes?
NOEL: It says and I quote 'space for tumble dryer'. Here's a tumble dryer.
ENDS.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Antony Wheeler said:
It can be a joke, right?
Okay.
Why is it that when a woman hears that another woman has had a baby, she immediately asks, 'What did the baby weigh?' What does it fucking matter? The kid's got mass and volume. It's not going to float off into space ...
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Leevil said:
What do you do if you see a spaceman?
Park in it 'man!
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Antony Wheeler said:
Quote: Leevil @ March 25, 2008, 10:58 PMWhat do you do if you see a spaceman?
Park in it 'man!
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Please tell me you didn't post this. Please say I'm hallucinating and that if I put down the bong, take some deep breaths and tell the Moomins in my underpants to stop singing the Bucks Fizz classic, 'Now Those Days Are Gone', your post will go away.
Please?
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Leevil said:
Quote: Antony Wheeler @ March 25, 2008, 11:24 PMPlease tell me you didn't post this. Please say I'm hallucinating and that if I put down the bong, take some deep breaths and tell the Moomins in my underpants to stop singing the Bucks Fizz classic, 'Now Those Days Are Gone', your post will go away.
Please?
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I didn't get those 15 points sat down scratchin' my arse now did I?
This is writing at its very best, you will never see it at this level again Dickens, Shakespeare, Pasquale - They all look up to me!
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Antony Wheeler said:
Quote: Leevil @ March 25, 2008, 11:27 PMI didn't get those 15 points sat down scratchin' my arse now did I?
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So you got them by recycling jokes older than Methuselah?
(See, now I'm getting nasty. Getting Biblical on yer ass.)
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Otterfox said:
MISSION GALACTIC.
SWEEPING VIEW OF SPACE AND APPROPRIATE MUSIC.
VOICE OVER: Space. For years just confined to television, but now join the crew of the 'Industrious' as they embark on their mission to travel through the Sun and find earths sister planet; Sister Earth.
A message has arrived through the cosmos that Sister Earth is in grave danger. An evil race called the Nera is attempting to terminate all life on the planet in a form of intergalactic ethnic cleansing and who knows maybe Sister Earths sister, Earth is next......
Join Captain Arnold Sidebottom, Commander Lou Anderson, Professor Click and the rest of the crew.
Can they save the galaxy from almost certain destruction?...
(candidly) I hope so....
BRIDGE OF SHIP.
TENNANT: Captain. We're being attacked!!
CAPTAIN: Raise shields.
THE SHIP IS ROCKED BY A FEW HITS. EVERYONE BUT THE CAPTAIN FALLS AROUND WITH THE IMPACT. HE STAYS PERFECTLY STILL WITH HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS IN AN HEROIC POSE.
ENSIGN WALKS IN MAKING 'SHH' SOUNDS WITH HIS MOUTH AS THE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.
ENSIGN: Captain. Your dog has had kittens again.
CAPT: Aww (turns to walk away)
CMDR: Captain, we're under fire!
CAPT: Ok I'll stay (slightly annoyed). (half heartedly) Am...evasive manouvres and target their weapons...um...thingy.
CMDR: Their weapons array?
CAPT: Yes that thing.
CMDR: Direct hit. Their weapons are offline.
CAPT: Excellent! (he rubs his hands with glee and runs for the door)
CMDR: We have a meeting with the Stutters now captain.
CAPT: Ah for Gods sa.. (annoyed) Ok but this better be quick. I really want to see those kittens.
CMDR AND PROF CLICK AN ALIEN WITH A COMB FOR A HAND ACCOMPANY CAPTAIN. THE STUTTERS LOOK THE SAME AS HUMANS BUT FOR A BLACK MARK ACROSS THEIR FOREHEAD.
CAPTAIN SPAK OF THE STUTTERS SHAKES HANDS WITH CAPTAIN.
SPAK: Hello Ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, Captain, ca, ca, ca...
CAPT: You've already said it!
COMMANDER FACK: Hello Captain I'm Commander
Fack by a strange coincidence our captain actually does have a stutter.
CAPT: This is Commander Anderson and Prof. Click, a Rigilian from the Rigilian home world of Rigilia. So why have you called this meeting, is it about the Nera?
CAPT SPAK: Well we know that the Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera, Nera
CAPTAIN TO FACK...
CAPT: Is this going to take long?
FACK: It isn't actually a stutter this time. I failed to mention that aswell as having a stutter our captain cannot say numbers so instead he says what he's talking about that number of times.
So for example he said 'Nera' 9 times. What he was saying was that 9 Nera infiltrated our ship last week and we feel yours maybe next.
CAPT: (confidently) Let me assure you that no-one gets on or off my ship without me knowing.
CUT TO ENSIGN BEING CHASED THROUGH A CORRIDOR BY A NERA.
ENSIGN RUNS THROUGH A DOOR BUT FORGETS TO SAY 'SHH' AS THE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES. HE GOES BACK TO MAKE THE SOUNDS AND RUNS ON.
MEETINGROOM
CAPT: So if theres nothing else (stands up to leave)
FACK: There are several other items..
CAPT: 'Several'?
FACK: Our captain has made a list of both crews to ensure we are all accounted for. To avoid delay he will say 'man' or 'woman' & the computer will calculate it at the end.
SPAK: Man, man, man, man
CUT AND COME BACK TO WHAT SEEMS LIKE A WHILE LATER.
CAPT: (Impatiently) He must be nearly finished by now.
FACK: I'm afraid this is all stutter. He's still on the 1st 'man'.
CAPT: (Increduously)No way! We've been here an hour & a half. No way is he on the 1st. I thought this was the number thing & not the..
INTERCOM: Captain..Nera ever..phaser fire..deck 7 destroyed..major injuries..
CAPT: My kittens!! (runs out)
CUT TO ELDERLY MAN IN HIS HOUSE LOOKING UP TO THE SKY THROUGH HIS TELESCOPE.
ELDERLY MAN: (turns and looks at camera in a state of wonder) Fascinating!
END.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Jude said:
Space Busters
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
NATH AND TREY (LATE 20s) SIT ON A SOFA SURROUNDED BY CLUTTER.
NATH
So... my new business venture, ‘Space Busters’. Find a space and bust it! Whatdaya think?
TREY
It’s just a cluttered reverse version of Feng Shui.
NATH
Ah, but with this, you get to attach your own meaning.
TREY
‘Coz you’re unable to move.
TREY ATTEMPTS TO MOVE AND KNOCKS OVER A PILE OF BOOKS.
TREY
Bugger! So what’s that teetering pile of junk by the door?
NATH
My money corner.
TREY
That figures, but who’d want to live like this?
NATH
You’d be surprised!
NATH’S MOBILE RINGS. HE PICKS UP.
NATH
Hi, Nath, Space Busters. (BEAT) I’m touched you’re so happy with the service. (BEAT) Chat soon. Mwah!
NATH CLICKS OFF HIS MOBILE. TREY LOOKS SURPRISED.
NATH
(TO HIMSELF)
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky...
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Badge said:
“DEAD SPACE”
EXT. – THE STREET – DAY
A MAN AND A WOMAN ARE WALKING ALONG THE STREET IN DISCUSSION.
MAN:
Seeing the news about those space burials – it got me thinking.
WOMAN:
Surely not! It’s so polluting!
MAN:
Yeah, and expensive. But what is the best way to be – you know – laid to rest?
WOMAN:
Well, I don’t fancy getting buried. That’s hardly green. It’s like human landfill.
MAN:
(shivers)
All packed in tightly like a zombie orgy. And with land values as they are you’ll have a Tesco’s on top of you in no time. Anyway, it costs enough to get a plot as it is.
WOMAN:
Cremation’s certainly not an option. All those carbon emissions.
MAN:
Yeah. And it seems so – final.
WOMAN:
So what else is there?
MAN:
I’ve done some homework. This is the answer.
THEY COME TO HALT. PULL BACK AND REVEAL THEY ARE OUTSIDE A SELF-STORAGE FACILITY.
MAN:
(enthusiastic)
Units are only a few quid a week. Propped up in cardboard boxes we’ll only need their smallest size.
WOMAN IS UNEASY.
MAN:
Embalmed of course. I’ve checked the rules. As long as there’s no living organic matter…
WOMAN:
What about ethics?
MAN:
There’s no living organic matter there either. Look, it makes sense. It’s not landfill, it’s not polluting, and my death benefit will pay the rent until the boys are old enough to take it on. All that and there’s 24 hour access too!
WOMAN:
I’m not sure…
MAN:
Well, I’ve already taken a unit. Saved a packet by making a long-term booking.
WOMAN:
But you’re not dead yet! Isn’t it a waste of money?
MAN:
Trust me, it’s not.
WOMAN STANDS BY AS MAN TAKES OUT AN ACCESS CARD, SWIPES IT, AND BEGINS TO SLIDE BACK A HEAVY METAL DOOR TO ENTER THE STORAGE FACILITY. HE STEPS INSIDE AND TURNS TO FACE HER, RECOGNISING SHE HASN’T FOLLOWED HIM.
MAN:
Come on, do you want to visit your mother or not?
END
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Fred Peters said:
TERMINAL ANIMOSITY
INT DAY. THE NOT-TOO-DISTANT FUTURE. HEATHROW’S TERMINAL 6 SPACE TERMINAL
A LONE MALE TRAVELLER WAKES UP FROM THE FLOOR TO LOOK UP AT A SMILING WOMAN.
Woman:
Good afternoon sir, are you booked on the Virgin Space Gaze or the Moonwalk Thriller?
Man:
Actually, I was due to record a piece for a site on the cosmonet about eating in space..
Woman:
Ah, you mean the You’ve Been Spaced package for YOUSAT?
Man:
I think so..
Woman:
Slight problem.. you’re gonna have to pay another 16 units as we’ve had a baggage malfunction at terminal 6…
Man:
What? But it cost 2 trillion units to build and was planned when Branson was still alive.
Woman:
He is still alive, sir.
Man:
No, his cryogenically frozen head was defrosted last year and bolted onto the body of David Beckham.
Woman:
Still alive sir. Still alive sir.
(SHE TILTS HER HEAD AND SMILES BLANDLY)
Man:
So when will we be blasting off? We’ve been delayed for 29 hours and my bags are probably on a moon buggy by now..
Woman:
Here’s your bags sir.
SHE LOOKS DOWNWARDS AND TWO SUITCASES APPEAR AT HE MAN’S SIDE. HE LOOKS AT THEM IN AMAZEMENT.
Man:
But….so when will we be blasting off?
THE WOMAN HAS VANISHED NOW AND HER VOICE CAN BE HEARD OVER THE TANNOY.
VOICE ON TANNOY:
THE YOU’VE BEEN SPACED FLIGHT WILL BE DEPARTING SOON, SOON. THE YOU’VE BEEN SPACED FLIGHT WILL BE DEPARTING SOON, SOON, SOON..
SFX: A RUMBLING SOUND GETTING LOUDER.
THE VOICE ON THE TANNOY GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER AND MORE DISTROTED. THE MAN HOLDS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS.
VOICE ON TANNOY:
THE YOU’VE BEEN SPACED FLIGHT WILL BE DEPARTING SOON, SOON, SOON, SOON.. THE YOU’VE BEEN SPACED FLIGHT WILL BE DEPARTING SOONIE, SOOONAAAAAAH, SOO-PA-PA, TROO-PA-PA……..
FADE TO WHITE.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Michael Monkhouse said:
Hi thanx to an appalling bout of flu I'm stuck in bed and won't be hitting an Internet point for a coupla days. Just to remind you this comp's open TILL MIDNIGHT SUNDAY then you can vote till MIDNIGHT WEDNESDAY.
Cheers all
Michael
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Badge said:
If voting has started, I'll vote for Charley.
If not, I will defer my vote until President Mugawbe has said who I have voted for.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Jude said:
I'm voting for Charley too.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Michael Monkhouse said:
Yeah the flu's over for now so keep those votes coming till midnight tonight (Wed)! I'm going for Jude (painful).
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, roscoff said:
Mr. Nigel Kelly esq for me pwease. Please notify me by post when I win and where I can pick up my prize. I will be off line for a few days. 
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Otterfox said:
Kelly.... Nigel Kelly, for me.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Charley said:
Mr David Bussell!
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, wayne lewis said:
Nigel kelly
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Winterlight said:
Wayne Rooney! I mean, Wayne Lewis.
On Wednesday 31st December 1969 GMT at 7:00 PM GMT, Michael Monkhouse said:
Comp's over, thanx for voting! Check back asap for the results...