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Be lookin' good, Warriors. All the way back to Coney. Ya hear me, babies? Good. Re-e-al good. Adios.


A nice, not too obscure (but not too easy) pop culture reference in the title there to get you thinking, coupled with a relaxing little picture of the Derwent River on a fairly typical spring morning.

On Monday I offered the number crunch that emerged from the question posed back in September about sexy accents and the collective linguistic skills of the readers of this blog. Today, I have tallied up the responses to the second 'question of the day', which asked:
If you were starting up a gang of your own, what would you call yourselves?
Obviously I'm just going to list the responses here, but I thought that in order to make it interesting, I'd get you all to have a little vote on what gang name takes you fancy. So, in alphabetical order, to the entrants!
  1. Galloping Grannies
  2. Johnny & the Cowboys
  3. Kris Krackers
  4. The Bad-assed Moms from Hell!
  5. The Bundy Bints
  6. The Esteemed Colleagues
  7. The Fucken A's
  8. The Main Street Smells

Despite my nomination appearing on the list here, my inclination is towards the final two there, with an honourable mention to number two, which kind of takes my fancy for its naffness.

But don't let me be the judge, you are the judge, so get judging!

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freefalling said…
Re no 2.
Reminded me of an album in my record collection.
Anyone remember The Johnnys?
(1986!!!!)

http://rateyourmusic.com/release/album/the_johnnys/highlights_of_a_dangerous_life/

My favourite is the last one.
I'd like to see their 'costume'.
5 November 2008 at 07:55
JuJu Mountain said…
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5 November 2008 at 10:30
Anonymous said…
deleted above comment because i hadn't put my name in but the gist was that while the apostrophe in "The Fucken A's" is very wrong, it'd struggle without it, becoming something entirely different.
5 November 2008 at 10:34
yamini said…
Galloping Grannies, any day!
5 November 2008 at 16:55
Anonymous said…
Well that's where I can sense I'm not a native English speaker. Some of these names appear to have have far-reached double-entendre meanings that I'm not sure I fully understand.

Therefore I will not vote.

So I'll get back to your first questionnaire
- first language: French
- no regional accent
- most sexy accent: English I think (in French talk of course)
5 November 2008 at 22:58
USelaine said…
Being an old fart, the last one is the only one I'm eligible for.
6 November 2008 at 12:42
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I can’t remember the Johnnys. Were they like the Uncanny X-Men?

Hallam, I attended the TasCOSS conference some of last week. Many mistaken apostrophes there. You would have gone on a rampage.

Yamini, as long as they don’t have a fall and break their hips!

Nathalie, I will happily accept donkey votes.

USelaine, old? Never!
7 November 2008 at 15:53
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