My brother Simon was stood outside a London hostelry one evening when who should walk by on the other side of the street but the legend that is Brian Blessed.
Simon, being a bit of a lad sometimes, shouts "Gordon's Alive!" at the top of his voice, just as Brian disappears around the corner - to the amusement of his drinking buddies.
As the laughter died down, Brian re-appeared back around the corner and at the top of HIS voice, roared:
"CCCCCCUUUUUUNNNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!" đŸ˜‚
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