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Science fiction fans on other planets

The last song before the party exploded.

'Hello Mr Preston? This is an ALIEN speaking. We have landed in your paddock. We have mutilated your cows. We have made loud crashing noises...what the hell is on your TV that's so special?'

Cargo Bay at Thames Warehouse

"Just play the hit single, then you can do the experimental track."

Remarkably Richmond

"I'm astounded that your dog is channeling Eubie Blake! Has he never heard of Elton John?"

"Coming up... more of the same mindless pop songs with repetitive lyrics and nauseating melodies!"

'The cheek of it! Look, someone's left a piece of litter next to this exhibit.'

"Wow! - That's bland, derivative and sooo dull..! It's gonna make us millions!"

Gogglebollox: Our Queen at 90

The British Hamlet. He says: 'Alas poor Yorick, I knew him ... well, I say knew, more of an acquaintance really. Only met the chap three or four times.'

'This next song is for all the people out there who came to hear me sing.'

Hell's busker

Pizza London Eye

Celine Dion

At the CD shop.

"Shirs...I propose a toasht...to er...majestry the queen o'finglan! An' a'lasht freedum frum all tha' heuropeen b'rocrashee. Waiter! Brin' usshum more Chatoooo De L'feet!"

Leaning on a Lamp post