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sullied

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  1. East Dulwich, cyber space needs your verve and thoughts in matters musical. Please look at www.Soundtracktoyour.com - we need you! Thx
  2. Alabama 3 amongst others will not leave my auricles alone... this site seems to have it going on though http://www.soundtracktoyour.com
  3. Please, worry not. I'm the least likely to take or understand criticism in anything but a constructive way, well as much as anyone with a Lithium dependancy. As for the date thing, well I'm happily with, but for a taste of the high life, singleton's alert here - try the Peckham Liberal Club, a marvellous place with a pleasing clientelle of freely available men and women to suit all purses and tastes, most come with a manual explaining how to fix 'em up. And failing that cheap drink to madden. Sullied
  4. Again I must apology. My partner, for she was with me on that happy trip, has just pointed out that your soubriquet (ArtFul Dogger) doesn't sound so well when the speaker (me) has chronic spoonerism complex. So i thank you for your cheery rejoinder and say back to you in your tongue, "Sikkafa!" Sullied and shamefaced.
  5. Just left kebab and wine (well an hour ago) are you the chap with the stained white singlet and thick accent? Cheer up and don't take on so when perfect strangers cry out, "Hey! Artful Dogger!"
  6. TB or not TB That is the Congestion Consumption be Done About It? Of Cough, of Cough, but it?ll take a Lung Lung (Coalition?)Time. And he'll outsell Shakespeare, but never Jeff Archer. Sullied, some more.
  7. Thanks for the kind words and welcome and as for the other 83.4 %... I feel obliged to retire back to viewer_of_forumland, suitably informed. Regards Sullied
  8. An exact one. I've checked all the various horoscopes, open to me, Chinese, Russell Grant, Mayan, Ancient Egyptian Peripatetic Ted; Numerology, et al. I'm left with two unenviable conclusions and a request. My conclusions are that either: I am a home loving; 'rabbit warrior', with a penchant for knitting yoghurt and my upper aspect firmly lodged in Uranus and war - or that future watching is not my bag. So my request, and I need some help and restoration, spiritually (and secularly) speaking; is this - does anyone have a clue what date/stardate/meaningful date - that we're currently at? Yes 2010, human civilisation - circa 7/8,000 years? So what is the year we're actually in? I need to know the real date... by human civilisation standards, not Roman, Julian, or Christian's or Muslims' or anyone else with a ready made philospophy and a cheap digital watch, with iffy calender, to flog. Thanks and if the real date happens to be a mutual number - you'll make my whole week (sic).
  9. If by reading snippets of newspapers, not to mention, unavoidably, catching moments of TB on telly and seeing his 'handsome' face on news and bookstands galore wasn't enough, I notice that the blogosphere is alive with our former PM and his kiss kiss bang bang account of his reign. By diving into the various hues of thought in the blogosphere: this is what i've gleaned to date. Mr Blair, saviour of Britain... a man who 'rebirthed' us into cool Brittania and made us popular and groovy overseas, took this new found overseas popularity a little too far and declared war in approximately 9 spots on the planet... No 10's decision to kick off war no 10 in Iraq - was one - he was warned off. Our finest minds, worried, that TB, might 'guess' what happened next in Iraq - rather than actually know - or indeed take their advice that this idea would be a disaster. They were right. Tens of thousands are now dead - quite a lot of our own soldiers - dead - and the fear of terrorism in Britain? Much higher! Which is what Tone told us! The was on terror is more important than ever, apparently. Some of the blogosphere puzzle as to why the above facts and a war criminals trial seem so distant from each other. Good news though - he likes to berate the lack of democracy in our Royal family, realises that criminalising fox hunting was a mistake. And let's remember that he lilkes to use Sir Alex Ferguson's counsel and advice on man management. To whit asking what to do with difficult players, (meaning Gordon Brown et al) but again did not take the advice. No this time, rather than sack Brown - he let him have it with both barrels - the job and broken Britain. Other stuff thus gleaned, it's been a quiet one: Tony liked Princess Diana so much so that just prior to her death - he told her he didn't like her new beau Dodi. And (gasp shock horror) TB apparently (but no-one else) knows that Princess Cow'eyes had a big decision to make before her life ended... damn and blast and it's not his place to tell us! Tony found the job of PM tough - so drank copoiously... (Too much? He really, really, isn't sure. but it's a drug, he admits.) Tony thinks that the freedom of information act - makes good governance difficult. Tony was a nano second away from having a domestic airliner blown up over London. No instance on his alcohol intake, during this crisis, emerges... And nothing mentioned at the time of said incident. Tony wasn't keen on the dome and the millenium - even though it was his circus... Tony cunningly, yet in a shallow way, refers to his reign - as "New labour" and anything that subsequently failed (apart from his successor management strategy) became old labour... And after all of that, and were I pressed, I'd say there was a 40-60% split on the blogosphere between missing the cuddly, yet shallow, cunning. yet worthless, sociopathic peace negotiater... and the other 60%? Not so much missing him, more confused how this man walks the earth as a free man. Yes we all miss him. Sullied and dazed.
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