How much influence has Nolly's sidekick Mr. B played in your life if at all. Did you see him on Noel's House Party? Did you buy his song? Is he indirectly responsible for your marriage?

Mr Blobby has had more of an impact on my life than women have had on yours I'm guessing.

:hihi::loopy::hihi::loopy:

my youngest must have been around 3 and 4, would not go to sleep at night without his mr blobby stuffed toy and took it all over with him, we had to play mr blobby as well at night for him to go to sleep, i used to get my teenage son to play it for him.

I hate that song! :rant:

Whoever bought enough copies of it for it to get to number 1 SERIOUSLY wants looking at IMO.

I would very much like to know how much the bloke in the Mr Blobby suit gets paid, I hope it's a LOT! It would have to be to persuade ANYONE to prance about in a pink suit and generally be annoying to anyone over the age of 3.

I hate that song! :rant:

Whoever bought enough copies of it for it to get to number 1 SERIOUSLY wants looking at IMO.

I would very much like to know how much the bloke in the Mr Blobby suit gets paid, I hope it's a LOT! It would have to be to persuade ANYONE to prance about in a pink suit and generally be annoying to anyone over the age of 3.

I got some Mr Blobby slippers for Chrimbo one year, and my friend's 2 year old nephew spent Christmas Day night running up to everyone, hitting them with a slipper and shrieking "Mr Blobby's gonna poo on your head!" which I thought was brilliant. :hihi:

I've still got them somewhere, they were very comfy. :thumbsup:

Stuff that, bring back Noel's House Party!! (but not the last series, 'cos that was crap)!!

Stuff that, bring back Noel's House Party!! (but not the last series, 'cos that was crap)!!

There was another series that was never aired. Noel's house parties got well out of hand. The police would show up increasingly often and eventually his soundsystem was confiscated.

Never again would the elderly residents of Crinkly Bottom have to hear 'whomp whomps' through their walls at 6am.

The DJ, a Mr Dave Lee Travis, was given community service and Mr Blobby's wobbly eggs wore off, leaving him to wander the streets.

He would often get home to find that people had been spitting on his back, such was the ill feeling towards Noel's house parties.

The bathroom carpet was ruined, with vomit and gunge everywhere and the glass tables and the 0s and 8s in Noel's credit cards were impregnated with the Devil's dandruff.

Noel, afraid of what might happen to him, left the house in a state of disrepair and rebuilt his life, going on to star in Deal or No Deal, which Edmonds originally mistakenly took due to his knowledge of the illegal drugs market.

Edmonds is currently in difficult legal proceedings with a bunch of squatters who moved into his house.

The wellbeing and location of Mr Blobby remain a mystery.

I got some Mr Blobby slippers for Chrimbo one year, and my friend's 2 year old nephew spent Christmas Day night running up to everyone, hitting them with a slipper and shrieking "Mr Blobby's gonna poo on your head!" which I thought was brilliant. :hihi:

I've still got them somewhere, they were very comfy. :thumbsup:

That's nothing, Noel Edmonds made an entire career out of doing this.:hihi:

I lived with a girl at university who had a Mr Blobby/ Noel Edmonds fixation. She religiously sat through every episode of Noel's House Party (woe betide anyone who tried to turn the TV over on a saturday evening), had a giant inflatable Mr Blobby and had even met the bearded one himself. She got a good degree (from a good university) and went on to become a journalist.

The mind boggles...

How much influence has Nolly's sidekick Mr. B played in your life if at all. Did you see him on Noel's House Party? Did you buy his song? Is he indirectly responsible for your marriage?

sid if you weren't wasting bandwidth why would you vote on your own thread you started 'minimal influence'. Why start the thread then?

I just want to say a big thank you to Mr Blobby for not only saving my marriage but my life too.

Back in 1807 whilst climbing Mt Everest I slipped and fell from a rockface and was hanging onto dear life literally by a thread. The rope was worn and there was a 10,000 foot drop below into the icy fog.

Carefully I reached for my backpack and managed to pull out the radio before it slipped off my back and disappeared into the mist below!.. turning it on I could hear muffled voices from the spirits of dead mountaineers and as I listened they were saying something about 26point two five...:help:

As i turned the dial and it reached 26.25 the noise got clearer and suddenly without warning Mr Blobby started playing! I yelled in surprise and heard it echo all around me - before the thunder started! I had inadvertently started an avalanche by listening to Mr Blobby!

The snow ( only a trickle at first ) started passing by like a raging torrent below me and I was swinging furiously with the passing rush of air.. meanwhile 'Bloooooby, Mr Blobby!' was playing in my ear! The rope snapped and I fell into the snow and passed out as it engulfed me and carried me under with it!

Next thing I know, I wake up in Hospital with my wife looking over me praying.. As I hugged her she told me that the Snow had carried me all the way down and belched me out just before the village of Tootembwaieeeee at the foot of the mountain. Had it not been for avalanche caused by my screaming after Mr Blobby had come on, I would have surely died and my wife found another, much less thicker bloke to run off with.

Weird thing about all this was though... and heres the really scarey part - as I hugged my wife in the hospital I could hear Mr Blobby playing on the radio and the doctor walking off with the pink overcoat on turned around as he got to the door ( like at the end of the thriller video ) stared at me and blew a huge raspberry!!!!..

Thank you Mr Blobby.:thumbsup:

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