which is a title that just works on so many levels. I remember the first time I saw Patsy; I’d just switched the television on and there was a tall, superannuated model crawling across some woman’s bed saying, “darling, do you have any knickers? I’ve left mine somewhere.”
I think it was a traffic island she’d left them at, but I can’t remember any better than she can.
Anyway, for those of you who are straight men or hermits, who took the test and still don’t know how to interpret the results, here is a brief introduction to Absolutely Fabulous. Patsy’s the slutty ex-transexual Bond Girl, Eddie is the short, Buddhist limousine liberal PR. You may have heard about the show as the last thing Roseanne Barr ruined with her poison touch, just before losing her career and finding Kabbalah.
raincoaster 
I really didn’t get the show–I thought Saffi was a major hottie. I should have realised that the show was all to the glory of Edie.
By the way, you know she was the voice of the Fairy Godmother in Shrek II?
What’d Roseanne Barr have to do with it anyway?
She bought the rights to produce it in the US, then tied them up in a huge mess when they did the movie over here (remember the Aspen thing?) so that essentially the whole thing lost steam and they were so busy developing the US show, which unfortunately never got off the ground, that they couldn’t work on the UK one as well.
The single good thing about the aborted US production was the casting of Carrie Fisher. Carrie Fisher could have played ALL of the damn characters, since she’d lived them all.
Never seed Shrek, either of ’em. I am Shrekless.
Saffy was, for the record, a humourless, shrill nag who wrote a really bad play in which the only good lines were the ones she stole from Patsy and Eddie.
But did you see the one where they went to Marrakesh? She got around, in her own way. That is, after she rescued herself when Patsy sold her into slavery.
Mme and I had the whole series for a while. Including their vacations in both Marrakesh and France.
And as I said earlier–Saffi was a hottie. Dark wavy hair, distinctive nose. The sort of stuff that just gets me randy, darling. Now I’m off for a slash.
I do not think that word means what you think it means, at least not in Canada. Either that or she’s got you rather overheated and you’re working a Bubbles/Saffy slash in your LiveJournal.
Maybe … what’s it to ya?
Well, is it hawt?
T’would melt the underwire in your bra. Unless you’re still wearing those Soviet-Army-issue canvas corset thingies?
Only by special request.
Not really my thong, darling. Oops–Freudian slip (or is that the gauzy garment printed with penises)?
Sod–you have no idea what I just deleted. But it’s all in aid of keeping this a family-less-than-utterly-hostile environment. Given your late troubles I’m sure you’re appreciative.
Not at all. Pimp the hits, baby!
Besides, comments are immune to being labeled Porn.