Spurred on by the hilarious and little known social comments, and bezzering behaviour by B.A. (mister T) Baracus, as exposed by convoy and the rigger here

http://www.arrse.co.uk/cpgn2/Forums/...c/start=0.html

i have been inspired to ask the question....

how would other well known TV stars and minor celebrities handle this well known squaddie phenomenon?

A typical example could be this....

instead of "celebrity fat club" they should have celebrity bezzering club, where 8 well known celebrities who have become morbidly serious are taken on the all dayer. NOT by a homosexual coloured septic of dubious militairy nature, but by a 22 year Lance jack with fingers the colour of dog sh1t from smoking an ounce of old holborn a week skin the colour of a potato from working in the bedding store, and a serious penchance for an early drink to "shed those inhibitions" and really see all that self respect just drop off over the course of the series.

can you imagine the scenes as two teams of po faced cnuts led by like Jeremy paxman and Hugh Grant are given a humiliating insight about how uptight they are, and how they need to let go of their selfish needs (and their bladder control) and release the inner bezzer that is in us all...

once a week, they are subjected to the ritual of the "bezzer in" where they stand in the spotlight, and confess to acts of same sex hugging, and declarations of stopping harm to others by taking a round for them if necessary.

Grant is first into the spotlight, and to start he seems his normal, uptight foppish posh stuttering w@nky self, but as the week progresses, we see the tears flow as he "hits the bezzering wall" and declares to our sage and wise, hard bitten by years of abuse in the RQMS tom, that ...

"I bl00dy love you mate.... i really bloody well do, you're an absolutely super chap, i want you to come on leave with me and meet my mum, but if you try and sh@g her, i'll f uckin cut ya!"

his target set for next week is to lose two fights.... started by him.

Next up is Giles brandreth, we see him descend from amiable grinning bad jumper wearing closet bound fool to screaming the name of a team mate, through a mask of pain and love and offering his last fag and a swig of his beer for his "newest and bestest blood brother for life" just before making the most of an innoffensive comment and launching an errol "bomber" graham right hook that misses its intended target by several feet and instead connects with the jaw of a startled Kate Adie.

his target next week.... is to double leg....... in public.

it is commented on that he may be "crash bezzering" and this could be detrimental to his health and long term well being, so is to stick to "really liking people" for a week or two....

any more for any more folks ?????

Originally Posted by shortfuse

his target set for next week is to lose two fights.... started by him.

WHAAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, that is not the sound of a singing GS shovel echoeing from a greenjackets thread, that is my salute to genius reverberating though the Colonel Gadaffi.

I can see all the celebs standing around at the start of the first night of their training, nobody is mixing as they are all tied up in their own self importance.
But as the evening progresses a flipant comment made by Judith Hann (who has never served in an Armoured Div) about Panzers being a waste of time and 'Just 20 tonnes of dermititus', sends Jonathan Dimbleby into a hugely disproportionate rage. The glasses fly, and Judith Hann cowers away, until her oppos get between her and Dimbleby. Once safe in the knowledge that she will come to no harm, Hann puts on the psycho eyes, then pretends to try and climb over her mates whilst screaming, "I'll fcuking 'ave you, Dimbleby, you cnut!"
Ever the mediator, John Major steps in between the factions and demands that the two main protagonists make up. During an emotionally charged speech by the former PM, where he points out that one day Dimbleby may have to depend on Hann to save his ass in a firefight in Bos' or even in a ruck outside the Cafe Vichtig in Herford, and Vice Versa, Judith Hann breaks down, grabs Dimbleby in a headlock, and declares that he is actually her brother.

Judith Hann's target for next week is to ruin her big Tomorrow's World comeback gig, by getting Harry Tankers, jumping her taxi to the BBC centre, rocking up late and to come pin balling on to the live set of the news at six and start spitting at Fiona Bruce.

You can imagine a panel of the best bezzers money can buy sitting in judgement.

Lance Corporal Herbie Doorjam, Royal Engineers - Married 6 times to women of gradually decreasing age and gradually increasing gingerness. 83 years working in the blanket stores in Donnington. Diagnosed with an alcohol problem at the age of 8. 3 Div bezzering champion 83-94 inclusive.

Private Eggy Hambleton, Royal Pioneer Corps - Has done two on two off on the gate at Ash Ranges permanently since 1974. Combined services bezzering champion 1978, when he defeated Stoker Willy Payton, Royal Navy in the now famous 'Headlock Deadlock' bezzer off.

Sig Smiley Harbottle, Royal Signals - In a 22 year career, spanning 8 postings, Sig Harbottle has not been asked to complete a task involving any sort of responsibility whatsoever. On his first day out of training he was asked to tidy his bedspace. The resulting fire caused damage to the tune of £286,000. His subsequent line managers have sought to remove any potential, responsibility flashpoints from Harbottle's path ever since. The four years of his last posting were spent in an MFO box with some pen holes in it, on the top shelf of the Q stores in Rheindahlen. Despite his captivity, Harbottle still managed to be billed for seven mattresses and a top box.

Smiley's the nice guy, with Eggy offering compassionate advice and Herbie giving it the bad cop routine.

David Attenborough is feeling good about himself. Despite being considered a rank outsider, he's took to bezzering like a duck to water. Prior to the competition his alcohol consumption consisted entirely of a single glass of Bailey's every Christmas Eve. Only one hour in to the first session, after being force fed 6 pints of Creme de Menthe, Attenborough started on an RAF dog handler, with the opening shot of,

"What the fcuk do you know about dogs, you fat fcuking gimp?"

In the subsequent punch up, Attenborough was the only person in a pub of 85 patrons to report no physical damage. He also managed to regurgitate a hastily consumed Melton Mowbray pie into the coin slot of the juke box. The dog in question received 3 crushed neck vertebrae from Attenboroughs overenthusiastic attempt to befriend it. When he was finally ejected from the pub, he wailed like a banshee. As they tried to push him out the front door, Attenborough held on to the frame so tight, that the landlord had to bash his individual fingers with a ball pein hammer to get him to let go. With a cry of "I'm coming fcuking back, and i'm bringing our Dickie with us," he fled into the night. Attenborough had no recollection of these events

Having been tasked with "Simply getting drunk and having a wee in the corner," Attenborough was deemed to have completely exceeded all expectations and was justifiably proud of himself.

Both Smiley and Eggy were congratulatory in tone, leaving it to Herbie to try and rein in the world famous naturalist turned bezzer.

"Well done, David. You think you've cracked the bezzering lark now, do you?"

"Well, Herbie, i'm quite pleased. I feel i've done rather well for my first attempt."

"Ooooohhh, lar-de-fcuking-dar. Listen to me - i'm Lord Attenborough and I think I can muscle in on Herbie's game without a by-your-leave."

"B..bb...ut Herbie, I mean no offence. Of course, I still have a lot to learn."

"Too right, you gorillas-arrse sniffing c-unt. That bezzer you did the other night was beginners luck. Let's see if you can do it again."

"OK"

"David, your task for this week, is to get tanked up and go to the line-shack at 11 Signal Regiment. There, whilst doing a winky-wanky walk with the top of a Newky Brown bottle up your arrse, you will tell the line sergeant, that all the drums are in sh-it state and that you could take him and his mates with one arm tied behind your back."

Oh dear lord and father of mankind! I am PMSL here and sadly cannot even hope to begin to try to make a poor fist of explaining why to Jackie our book-keeper!! Yet bizarrely when she goes off with the girls, including Mrs Cuddles, on their annual golfing holiday without golf - she is Mrs Headlock despite standing 4"11 3/4 naked. Yes, I know I could have said in her stockinged feet but the idea of her naked is much more fun!

Originally Posted by convoy_cock

You can imagine a panel of the best bezzers money can buy sitting in judgement.

Lance Corporal Herbie Doorjam, Royal Engineers - Married 6 times to women of gradually decreasing age and gradually increasing gingerness. 83 years working in the blanket stores in Donnington. Diagnosed with an alcohol problem at the age of 8. 3 Div bezzering champion 83-94 inclusive.

I believe Herbie was the sole survivor of 'The great blanket avalanche of '76'. He was trapped under 3000GS blankets, on his back for a fortnight and survived only by urinating in his own mouth. When asked about his ordeal, Herbie was under the impression that the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the darkness thus he only thought that a light bulb had blown.

Back to the competition.

On the second night, a practical joke goes wrong, when Trevor McDonald, Brian Sewell and Donald Sinden decide to 'BumFace' Pam Ayers with the old three man lift trick.
Once Trev's ricker starts to bare down on her boat race, Pam realises what's going on, goes nuts, breaks free from Brian and Donald's combined grip and swings a haymaker at Trev. With a cry of "Ere you dirdy old baassterd" in her best west country lilt, she misses and does three spins before regaining some stability.
Big Trev McDonut decides to fight back but with his strides round his ankles he looks like an enraged emporer penguin. Fortunately Pam is also a spent force, after knocking back too much west country scrumpy, with dead wasps and rat sh1t floating in it.
They embrace emotionally after realising the futility of their conflict. Trev double legs and Pam celebrates with a bawdy poem that requires a last word to rhyme with 'Bucket'. But she finishes off with a wink to camera instead, all the while remaining completely oblivious to Brian Sewell doming her pint glass and Don Sinden wiping his ricker on her massive Laura Ashley flowery dress.


Edited to include-
Convoy- I believe that when Herbie berated Dave Attenborough, he actually interupted him with a rendition of "Meet the gang cos the boys are here, the boys to entertain you!"

Originally Posted by the_rigger

Don Sinden wiping his ricker on her massive Laura Ashley flowery dress.

(Cuddles downs pint, rears to feet drunkenly) "You fuggin bsad, Donny Sinden was my bezzer an he's fcukin dead but you're not fit to tie his shoes, you bsad!"

Fast forward to Rigger and Cuddles crouched, hard-targetting under NAAFI pool table, sipping Cheddar Valley.

"Riggsy, you're the best mate I ever had but if you talk about Donny..Donal, that sod Sinden again, I'll chew your ear off...mucker"

"I fcukin love you Cuddles..." ad nausea

Kirsten Scott Thomas after showing some early and frankly surprising form in the in “Windmill fighting and gobbing off” challenge is looking at getting thrown off the Show bif she doesn’t buck up..

Eggy Hambleton is tasked with giving her some advice, obviously the only place to take or receive advice is the Naafi and that’s where we pick them up, Eggy - true to his nickname has the distinctive “eggy” stains down his shirts from trying to mop off Kirsten’s recently delivered puke with a beermat, his eyes are carrying out independent action and he appears to be at 45 degrees to the floor, chair and ceiling all at the same time.

“Y’kno that – y’kno that, ah bolloxs, y’no ah’m not shittin ya right, an I reckon at y’ll be feckin great – this next challenge, feckin cnuts!”

Kirsten the archetypal English Rose has lost some of her demure over the course of the last few weeks and her head is lying in the overflowing ashtray on table, her new tat glowing red against her pearly white skin

“Your RIGHT CNUT YOU Eggy” she gurgles “Feckin good bloke “

At this Eggy stands up legs spread, eyes staring wildly and points at the star of the “English Patient”

“YOU SEE this feckin woman, list’n to me you feckers, this w’,ans a better feckin man an ME!”

Kirsten rouses from her table “Eggy – an’ I’m not joking you’re like me Brother, you feckin cnut.

Eggy and Kirsten then proceed to play glass hockey with five pint pots and the yard brush from the tank sheds, Kirsten is lasts seen having her fingernails taken out of the neck of the guard commander sent to sort out “That pissed up pair of cnuts in the Naafi”

Does anyone have any genuine celebrity bezzer tales?

An old colleague of mine claims to have once bezzered Quentin Tarantino, in a pub in Highgate, "before he was famous."

smithie

The two teams of potential bezzers, under the watchful eyes of their "bezzering instructor" are taken to task with some lapses in bezzering protocol, and set against each other in the gruelling test that is the

"build a pyramid of cans drunk only by people at your table and defend it with your lives to the detriment of all others" marathon..

Hugh Grants team get off to a flying start, despite an early drawback when its noticed that Adie has been ordering f ucking strongbow KNOWING that the can size makes it incompatible with the pyramids construction... but after a minor chastisement from Judith hann resulting in a cigarette burn and burst capillaries in one eye they are soon up to "level three" and look to be streaking ahead.

Over on Paxmans table, wedged between the vendors and juke box there is dissent n the ranks.
Attenborough, flushed from the success of the first show he has been trying to usurp Paxman as team leader, by constantly butting in in a high pitched voice with the punchlines of all his jokes, and in the resulting melee, had his head stuffed through the vendors by Major, who then upended the table with the first two all important "base layers" being scattered all over the floor.
Team spirit is soon regained however as upon removing himself from the revolving scotch pie and beans dispenser, Attenborough declares
"I f ucking deserved that mate... you were well within your rights, I dont deserve mates like you"
He is then saved from a botched and amateur suicide attempt by his team, who then all surround him in a group hug... whilst standing in the puddle of p1ss forming around his feet.

Back over on Grants table although still a few levels ahead disaster was narrowly averted when Trevor macdonald started on a completely innocent bystander for
"being a f ucking hat c unt"
and in the scuffle that followed the team nearly destroyed the pyramid climbing over each other to give the hapless lad a shoeing.

At this point, as the dust was settling, and like a harbinger of doom, a lone can of Mcewans red whistles through the air from somewhere near the vendors, catching the light as it turns in the cigarette smoke laden atmosphere it clips Grant and Co's pyramid, dislodging a can from level 5 and catching Sinden full in the top lip.

Paxmans team have resorted to spoiling tactics, and the cat calling begins... the team leader at the forefront.

"nnnnyyeeeeeeees......Call that a f ucking pyramid... i put it to you that it's a f ucking pile of w@nk"

The can of Red is returned by a fuming Sinden, barely being restrained by the whole of his team, and more incandescent with rage than he EVER got with Windsor Davies in "never the Twain" he froths and gnashes from his jowls and in those distinctive thespian tones declares

"F ucking do that again and i'll tear your f ucking heads of you gang of f ucking REMF's"

in the next instant he is felled by a full can of fosters between the eyes and takes no further part in the battle.

On the next episode, we see various injuries manifesting themselves, but when asked by the DS what happened the teams show how far they have come by staying sctumm and getting 10 extras each for their trouble.

Originally Posted by smithie

Does anyone have any genuine celebrity bezzer tales?

An old colleague of mine claims to have once bezzered Quentin Tarantino, in a pub in Highgate, "before he was famous."

smithie

I think you'll find that, with some justification, most of the RN can claimnm to be bezzers with the late, great and lamented Oliver Reed.