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T Rex at the Brixton Sundown, 1973. Utterly magical. The ten minute version of 'Get It On' with the guitar solo played in part with a tambourine? A thing of majestic beauty. If anyone happens to have a bootleg of the concert, then please keep it the f*ck away from me, no sense in spoiling a good memory.

Mexican Radio - Wall Of Voodoo

david_carnell Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Diane Abbott?s vocal and passionate cheering squad > was joined by the rest of the audience when she > demanded that Labour?s leaders ignore opinion > polls and ?hold the line?. She argued that > leadership is about knowing when to follow public > opinion and knowing when to lead it. > > She said she doesn?t care how many voters raise > the issue, Labour simply has to ?hold the line?. > It was the biggest cheer and the longest applause > of the night. > > I think the woman has faults, but not being able > to lead discussion it not one of them. I disagree, she chose completetely the wrong Toto song as a reference. She'd have been far better referring to their other great soft-rock hit 'Africa'. Right down with the current World Cup 'fever' so she would have been. It'd

I suspect sack donger, that the rules may be applied more stringently for late apppointments, though I don't know this for a fact. I like the apoointment system, myself and prefer it to the old turn up and wait procedure. I've had to do a fair bit of business with them recently and have had to wait past my appointment time, though 20 minutes was the longest and was apologised for, I've also had to spend quite a lot of time with a doctor on occasion, which probably had a knock on effect for other patients, but was glad of the time and care given to me. Calling a local GP practice a bunch of c***s, no matter how annoyed you are with them is bloody disgraceful, and I bet you didn't say it to anyone's face. Get around there tomorrow and see if anyone can prescribe something to cure you of being a monumental w*nker. The latter is in lieu of making a complaint to Admin.

Feeelin' Groovy (59th Street Bridge Song) - Harpers' Bizzare

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I think she once in an interview in the Standard > years ago was asked what was her finest moment was > and she replied "an afternoon making love in a > field in the Cotswolds"...that's got to be worth a > few votes. Quids, I'm sure the team involved will be more than happy to endorse her.

RosieH Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I once did an entire pitch with sugar nipples. > > The projector wasn't working and I had leaned down > to try to sort it out, seemingly pressing my > breasts against a plate of sugared doughnuts in > the process. I was wearing a black top, so > created a pair of gorgeous white sparkly outerwear > nipples. Presented for an hour. Won the pitch. > No one ate the doughnuts. > > Wonder if I might bring new boss a plate of iced > buns with glace cherries. Silly bastards, I'd have been scarfing them down two-handed on the basis of some possible extra flavouring. Honestly, you do something nice for people...

The More I See You (The More I Want You) - Chris Montez

It's the voice as well as far as I'm concerned, never knowingly under-condescending. Her habit of starting an argument with 'Oh come off it' also never fails to irritate me. Mind New Labour might get lucky and one night she'll stick her head farther than usual up Andrew Neil's arse and she'll lose all direction and give up her ambitions. The rest of them, ain't a large amount of cop either.

Heroes - The Dame

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Here?s a tip. Use frankfurters instead of normal > sausage and bung some curry powder in just after > you?ve added the beans. Hey, looks we got us a gourmand on our hands.

Just Another Night - Ian Hunter

Clare11 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Why don't they just cut them down and be done with > it? > Last year the trees were hacked back to within an > inch of their life, which seemed to be done for no > obvious reason, and now just look like telegraph > poles with leaves. > If they'd been grown with care and forethought, > Barry Road could have enjoyed a canopy of trees > rather than what we've been left with. > It's not that hard to dodge a few leaves here and > there. Well said Clare, I'm stupid and ungainly and I manage it.

King Horse - Elvis Costello By the way JL, what are your thoughts on Mick Hucknall fronting the Faces reunion? My knee-jerk was what the feck, but I think it could work. Not perfect but with Ronnie, Kenney and Ian it could work.

RosieH Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Woof, if that's what you consider dirty, I'm > disappointed and pity your poor bored wife... I > had you pegged as considerably more sybaritic than > you are currently showing yourself. > > For a properly dirty breakfast, there's nothing > better than last night's curry eaten cold from the > foil container in front of James Martin. Or better yet a cold half of a 16 inch pizza, it not just gives you the chance to get in front of James Martin, but the opportunity to elbow the bugger back as he tries to get his fat sausagey fingers on your food badness.

King Of The Rumbling Spires - Tyrannosaurus Rex

I'll have a small bowl of one and a large plate of the other.

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > njc97 Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Brendan - you've got it the wrong way around. > Most > > people in Manchester think Germany is an area > in > > North Yorkshire. > > (And my tuppence - you can't compare Corrie to > > Neighbours or Eastenders. It's far too well > > written. Evil ex-teacher John drops bits of > > Chaucer into his dialogue, where do you get > that > > in 'enders?) > > Peggy describing Frank's honeymoon behaviour > "Whereupon he let fly a farte" Atthatupone Peggy dide rounde 'pon hime withe solide fiste and smote hime fayre harde. Dink weeeee did the bruise rise upone his foreheade. The good Peg informed Frank that should he continue to add spurious 'e's to the ends of wordes for no good reasone, he could expect more of the same(e). In fact a serious twatting would take place. And the good Peg spoke plain to Frank on the marital bed that she was not pissing about. Frank turned and quoth 'I am a plaine spoke mane ande I cannote naye shalle notte...' 'You're doing the 'e's again Frank' husked the good Peg 'might there be a particular window you might like to leave by..? Silence reigned.

As long as England are in it will be as long as I'm going to take an interest. And believe me I will take the largest of interest. But if they're knocked out, what's the point in watching? Unless you're partial there's no point. Beautiful ball control? Couldn't give a toss. Silky skills? Take them and shove them up your silky *rse. Once your team is out you're just fodder for the advertisers. Leastways, that's how I reckons it.

RosieH Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Yeah baby, football can kiss my ass. > > Ahma be hotstepping and jazzhanding and making > hard rock sound all kiddie friendly, all over this > town. Every sports writer in the country should be made to read this post. Seriously, each and every one. It'll make them cry and cry and cry, to the extent their tears will flow and shrink their linen trousers. Then RosieH your work will be done. Hail RosieH, the strange genius de nos jours. Or is she?

Good one LadyM. If we ever meet remind me to do my Bernard Manning apochryphal Michael Parkinson show joke. A Rabbi, an Imam and a Catholic priest walk into a pub. Barman - What is this? Some sort of joke. And on that note I will leave you. Laters.

If it's f*ck knows, I may well be speaking to the late Bernard Manning.

Keep up LadyM. I said 'Knock knock'. You said 'Who's there'? I said 'Two wee Scotsmen who cannae reach the doorbell' That was the punchline. Not a great or even a good punchline I'll admit. But blame the Crusade Messenger. Or Whizzer & Chips. Or Wham! I'm Pontius Pilating this one.

Is 'do the dishes' a euphemism? Because if it is, it'll take a damn sight more than 10 LPs for me to cough up.

Two wee Scotsmen who cannae reach the doorbell. Look, I blame the Catholic church, had I not been raised in it, I wouldn't have had access to the monthly Crusade Messenger magazine, which in turn furnished me with this sort of joke. Though now I think of it, it may have been the secular Whizzer and Chips. Or Wham! even.