Is it really HIM? (Celebrity Millionaire)
I'm prepared to have a bash at the latter.roberto la vigna wrote:K_Oranj, you should quit the machines and write comic novels instead.
KNOXVILLE KNOCKS AT 71
Nice one smudge. Knoxville has skateboarded into the party, so I think you've earned yourself a couple of points there.
Ewan McGregor wasn't too happy about his arrival though - his own cat got squashed by Knoxville's Jackass japes. Mind you, McGregor really shouldn't have had Renton skittering about on a lead behind his motorcycle, as only a poncily demented biker might have had him. Regardless though of McGregor's failure to keep his cat close to him it is the Knoxville who must take the brunt of the blame here.
He came hurtling down from the heavens (no-one's come from the clouds before, trust Knoxville). A softer landing than had been expected - the cat had gone SPLAT! Well, more technically speaking he had gone FLAT! In a swift move to make some amends Knoxville lifted his hat but McGregor wasn't having any of it. His comment that the cat looked 'a bit purrrrrrrly' was judged by McGregor and all to be somewhat of a paw joke. So Knoxville backed away and turned to the tearful Messenger woman who, oddly yet appropriately enough, continued bouncing up and down on a space hopper.
"It was an adrenaline-induced accident," he told her, as a new wave of endorphins coursed through him at the thought of having a bounce on her hopper. He resisted the urge to ask her though, sensing that now was perhaps not the best time to optimise his chances of getting a bounce. When I've dried her tears he thought. Oh Knoxville!
McGregor, by now, had grabbed his kitty-repair/first-aid kit and was hard at work. Much to his relief he managed to pump the pancake-flat pussy into a fully-fledged feline form that nature intended it to be.
The reflated moggy now stares out over the handlebars of its owner's BMW Adventure, licking its little lips at the thought of getting its claws into the vernon-spotted Tess Daly bird that flits about in front of it, frustratingly just beyond pouncing distance]OH BOLLOCKS![/b]
I realise that, thanks to the reckless navigation of Captain Greed, the good ship Freemarket is currently rent asunder upon the rocks of Capital Reef. But to more important issues, namely the identity of Testicle Guy.
I appreciate the optimism expressed in the Stan Boardman suggestion (and the pic Nil has posted seems the very one used) but I'm sorry to have to tell you that Boardman it ain't!
- O Cruel Hope! You promiser of riches and dasher of dreams
He was a good a shot though, certainly got the Testicle Factor. In fact, the Boardman note I made when I first encountered him states, 'grey hair version - bit like beardy testicle guy but surely not??!!'. Sure, there's some equivocation as to whether I may have conflated the two. However, I had no trouble recognising Boardman when I first saw his comic mug in the endgame. But this certainly hasn't been the case with the guy I'm thinking of. Plus in my impression he has a slight white beard, D.O.B. 1944 onwards I think (whereas Boardman is 1940).
Yesterday, Brian Dennehy cropped up as a suspect in my mind ........hmmmmm......nahhhhhh..... amongst other things he seems not to have a bulbous enough nose that I remember testicle features having, though I wouldn't say that the nose of the Testis One is near the top of the Marlden-McKern scale.
The Mystery Thickens...
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Still no news on the Beardy Testicle Guy but I have solved another mystery, namely who is the young blonde actress shown at a film premiere or similar screwing her face up as if she is REALLY having a go at someone. I took her to be a minor character from Eastenders or Hollyoaks but apparently she is a Hollywood actress called Amanda Bynes and she must have really annoyed whoever chose the photos for Millionaire given that she normally looks like this:
Ah yes, Amanda Bynes... Amanda who?! As it happens I just stuck her in the other day from my backlog (she's now singing from the same hymn sheet as Charlotte, outside the Church). One of her picture-questions asks in which film does this [celebrity/actress] play Penny Pingleton. My initial notes on her: "like Ashley Jensen from 'Extras'". Not too far off the mark I thought.
The 'young blondes', as I call them, tend to trip me up the most - damn pests, all look the bleedin same. Though I am developing new powers of observation in this area (shamelessly skims through Heat magazine in WH Smiths as one of his priming techniques).
As for the testing Testicle (who haunts my waking dream):
As fate has it then, Bundy finds himself helplessly yo-yoing between the depths and the heights of bungee hell. He flails about in a state of perpetual boinginess ahoist a fiendish rig that Cher has fixed to the side of her pimped-up super-stretch milk float. SHOOOOOP! SHOOOOOP! went Cher's horn upon Bundy's boarding of dairy wagon 1-9-4-6. *
Whilst being the least of his woes, had Bundy bothered to tie his shoestrings properly his shoes would not have worked their way loose and come phuttling down on either side of the bungee cord where they respectively landed upon the thespy bonces of T. Dalton and J. Lumley. After some head rubbing, the concerned Lumley offered to charm the bungee rope into a state of enchanted submission, but Bundy being Bundy declined her gesture - "NO MA'AM!" he insisted, on point of his perceived male principles. Dalton's head clonk, by contrast, had left him so twizzled in body and mind that he was rendered utterly unaware of Bundy's plight.
So, Bundy boinged on; a victim of his own misery and male pride.
His bungee-bound body now periodically plunges between Dalton and Lumley before being snapped upwards once more by its elastic tormentor. And amidst many milk-curdling groans, he wails cheesily: "There's no pint to my life any more."
If only he'd been in Dalton's shoes ...
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Timothy Dalton may rechurn in 'Licence To Spill'
* Coincidentally, Keith Moon, who bought his own milk float and decked it out in the style of a gentleman's parlour, was also born in 1946.
The 'young blondes', as I call them, tend to trip me up the most - damn pests, all look the bleedin same. Though I am developing new powers of observation in this area (shamelessly skims through Heat magazine in WH Smiths as one of his priming techniques).
As for the testing Testicle (who haunts my waking dream):
Good try with the semi-scrote Bundy but my man was certainly an unbespectacled testicle. A fruitful suggestion nevertheless since my list was Bundyless. So I shoehorned him in in a manner deemed fitting.smudge wrote:The only one I have left in my little list who fits the description is Ed O'Neill (Al Bundy), in the picture he is sporting a bit of white stubble but is wearing glasses
As fate has it then, Bundy finds himself helplessly yo-yoing between the depths and the heights of bungee hell. He flails about in a state of perpetual boinginess ahoist a fiendish rig that Cher has fixed to the side of her pimped-up super-stretch milk float. SHOOOOOP! SHOOOOOP! went Cher's horn upon Bundy's boarding of dairy wagon 1-9-4-6. *
Whilst being the least of his woes, had Bundy bothered to tie his shoestrings properly his shoes would not have worked their way loose and come phuttling down on either side of the bungee cord where they respectively landed upon the thespy bonces of T. Dalton and J. Lumley. After some head rubbing, the concerned Lumley offered to charm the bungee rope into a state of enchanted submission, but Bundy being Bundy declined her gesture - "NO MA'AM!" he insisted, on point of his perceived male principles. Dalton's head clonk, by contrast, had left him so twizzled in body and mind that he was rendered utterly unaware of Bundy's plight.
So, Bundy boinged on; a victim of his own misery and male pride.
His bungee-bound body now periodically plunges between Dalton and Lumley before being snapped upwards once more by its elastic tormentor. And amidst many milk-curdling groans, he wails cheesily: "There's no pint to my life any more."
If only he'd been in Dalton's shoes ...
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Timothy Dalton may rechurn in 'Licence To Spill'
* Coincidentally, Keith Moon, who bought his own milk float and decked it out in the style of a gentleman's parlour, was also born in 1946.
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I woke up laughing from a dream yesterday. Though I can't remember exactly what it was that David Walliams said to me, waking up in a fit of laughter is always a good omen I believe. And lo, a significant and good event did occur.
Behold then, the revelation of Beardy Testicle Guy!
No, it wasn't GOD..... disappointment number one,
but if I said I might have a little bit of Ed on my face ................
Yep, it turned out to be the aged Bundy bollock after all! Bleedin 'eckers! Smudge, you did it again mate.
Though I expected it to a certain extent, it was interesting to see just how much my initial memories of him had actually morphed. In defence of my 'unbespectacled' assertion then, all I can say is that Bundy's glasses are 'slight', compared to Simon Webbe's goggles anyway. Ah, the vagaries of memory. Well okay, the vagaries of my memory.
On Smudge's earlier suggestion of Ed O'Neill, I'd done a little bit of image searching and was surprised at the more recent pictures of Bundy since I only remember seeing him in the sitcom way back. But I didn't find any silvery-hair pics to help make the connection. However, on his game appearance yesterday it finally clicked, and after a more extensive search the closest I can find to the picture that's used is this one, minus his Madame Tussaud's Peter Andre ventriloquist's doll,
though I think in the game-pic he has a much more silvery barnet. I'm just surprised at how time can turn what was once an elongated boat into something so squat and bollocky. Maybe the photographer's art has a role to play here.
Anyway, I'm glad he's on that bungee rope after all the trouble he's caused me.
As for the sub-category of Testicle that is the aged moulding walnut Sid James variety - the prototype himself in a rare bearded moment:
And with pipe to boot! So that's what he did between all his gha-gha-gha-ing.
P.S. Smudge, as you now know, you got Beardy with your first shot. Despite my lapses of recognition in certain quarters I'm sure I'd recognise a picture of Noddy Holder at any age (though he's always looked 60 hasn't he?), nuts or no-nuts. I don't actually remember his nuts in the picture but I can tell you that he is currently plastered against the windscreen of Cher's milk float only a few places ahead of the boinging Bundy, and that his nuts are obscuring Cher's view of the Spielberg-directed juggernaut ahead where there persists a very interesting duel.
Behold then, the revelation of Beardy Testicle Guy!
No, it wasn't GOD..... disappointment number one,
but if I said I might have a little bit of Ed on my face ................
Yep, it turned out to be the aged Bundy bollock after all! Bleedin 'eckers! Smudge, you did it again mate.
Though I expected it to a certain extent, it was interesting to see just how much my initial memories of him had actually morphed. In defence of my 'unbespectacled' assertion then, all I can say is that Bundy's glasses are 'slight', compared to Simon Webbe's goggles anyway. Ah, the vagaries of memory. Well okay, the vagaries of my memory.
On Smudge's earlier suggestion of Ed O'Neill, I'd done a little bit of image searching and was surprised at the more recent pictures of Bundy since I only remember seeing him in the sitcom way back. But I didn't find any silvery-hair pics to help make the connection. However, on his game appearance yesterday it finally clicked, and after a more extensive search the closest I can find to the picture that's used is this one, minus his Madame Tussaud's Peter Andre ventriloquist's doll,
though I think in the game-pic he has a much more silvery barnet. I'm just surprised at how time can turn what was once an elongated boat into something so squat and bollocky. Maybe the photographer's art has a role to play here.
Anyway, I'm glad he's on that bungee rope after all the trouble he's caused me.
As for the sub-category of Testicle that is the aged moulding walnut Sid James variety - the prototype himself in a rare bearded moment:
And with pipe to boot! So that's what he did between all his gha-gha-gha-ing.
P.S. Smudge, as you now know, you got Beardy with your first shot. Despite my lapses of recognition in certain quarters I'm sure I'd recognise a picture of Noddy Holder at any age (though he's always looked 60 hasn't he?), nuts or no-nuts. I don't actually remember his nuts in the picture but I can tell you that he is currently plastered against the windscreen of Cher's milk float only a few places ahead of the boinging Bundy, and that his nuts are obscuring Cher's view of the Spielberg-directed juggernaut ahead where there persists a very interesting duel.
Can I make a guess at this, which is that the answer is 'No'. Even if you had written down and attempted to learn all the possible celebrities, while this would help you it surely wouldn't guarantee that you would win the end game every time. There must be hundreds of possible faces and when the game is in tough mode you have no more than 5 seconds to recall where in that list the four separate names occur and in what order and then select the correct order of faces. If you had say 30 seconds then you could scan a written list that you knew well and find any that were close together but I don't think that 5 seconds gives you anywhere near enough time to really benefit from a structured approach over the usual 'instinctive' method we all use.
In addition you do still have to get to the end game of course, which again is a non-trivial task if the game is in tough mode, other than getting to a quid or two.
There's absolutely no harm in a structured approach but I think you need to be careful not to overestimate its likely effectiveness.
In addition you do still have to get to the end game of course, which again is a non-trivial task if the game is in tough mode, other than getting to a quid or two.
There's absolutely no harm in a structured approach but I think you need to be careful not to overestimate its likely effectiveness.