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gLadymuck Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Want to be in my Click? > > It Would be a Pleasure > > > > I will require you to send me all of yours at the > end of each week > > I'm a Cadillac > Name: Alice > Known as: Midnight Lady > Address: Angel Of Eighth Avenue, Downtown, (At The > Crossroads), Cleveland Rocks, All The Way From > Memphis > Love: Trudi's Song > Don't Like: Violence > Born: Late '58 > Mother's Maiden Name: Waterlow > Favourite Period: The Golden Age Of Rock 'n' Roll > Favourite Food: American Pie > Favourite Place: Half Moon Bay > Favourite Song: Ballad Of Mott > > > As for you, I hope you You Are One Of Us and not > Like A Rolling Stone. Also I don't want no man > from the Wrong Side Of The River or Death May Be > Your Santa Claus. You got that Honaloochie > Boogie? Damn Lounge Lizard. LadyMuck is of course First Lady of the click. Should the click involve itself in local politics and The Glorious Leader (didn't I mention that?) achieve high office, then she shall of course be the Lady Mayoress. Should things progess further and national political power beckons, then then the one who started the click (The Glorious Leader, just to remind you) will rename the Home Secretary's post as LadyMuckIronFist. I'll be equipping her with a lightweight suit of armour and a laser cannon. I can't wait for the first cabinet meeting, that'll shit the rest of them bastards right up.

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Have you been to University.. or at least to one > of the better Polytechnics? Brunel, in a desultory fashion. Only because work made me. Bastards. But well done on joining the click *Bob*, there's a vacancy going for a valet. I merely ask.

Narnia Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Would you mind defining 'click'? I wouldn't be > sure what I was joining otherwise. Simply, a 'click' is a group of self-appointed elitists who enjoy sneering and snob-nosing at everyone around them. We will also cock snooks at all and sundry. Whoever they might dare to be. Good to have your support, Narnia. Frankly it's been a little slower than I anticipated. I'm seriously considering you and Impetuous for founder member status.

ImpetuousVrouw Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The queue is William Rose-esque! Good to meat you Impetuous. Welcome aboard.

You're all wrong. It'll be Tim 'The Toff' Wonacott off Bargain Hunt probing amongst your disposables for a hidden treasure. Know what I mean, ladies?

katie1997 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I heard *on good authority* that it will be a > 'proper' tea and cucumber sandwich shop. Serving > sherry into the small hours. > > With butler service and all that. Strict > membership rules. Oh, and two-year waiting list. Well at least it'll be of some use to the genteel community which exists in small pockets, in the SE22 district. It's a mercy to us all.

cate Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- Bet you all read Heat/OK/Hello. No I don't. Fine thanks. Hi.

As long as it's not another bloody bookshop.

I've watched the Luthers and no, thread title Stringer Bell is not back. There was a nuanced subtle unpredictable character where the viewer was not quite sure he'd end up (at least until the end of series 3 of course). Luther, is the cliched cop with problems-estranged-wife-rumpled-suit-on-the-edge-mumbly-but-still-attractive part written for an actor rather than a character. I think I'll give this a swerve from now on, that hour on a Tuesday could be better burying myself in an improving book, something by Spinoza, perhaps, even a vintage Viz annual would be better.

I saw Brian Johnston when he was in Geordie, they were supporting Slade at the London Palladium, it was in 1970-mumblety- mumble, can't remember exactly which year. Bloody good they were as well, and Slade were superb. The best thing about it though was my, what I can only call outfit. From the floor upwards, there was a pair of 'moderate' platforms. Approximately a cm and a half in sole and maybe a 5cm in heel. Black and white, they were, the black being patent leather, the white, matt. Toe-caps black, heel backs also, the rest white. My trousering was white, of the 'loon pant' variety. With the subtle placing of buttons on the outside of the fly region. Yes, even at that tender age I was aware of the devil being in the detail. A khaki fitted sweater encased my torso. But that was not suffivient for me, no. I had the stylish notion to affix a series of steel stars along the front of the jersey. That they drew blood from my chest, mattered at the time not one jot or tittle. For I had the best denim jacket of any in all of Argyle Street that day. Waist length, zipper-fronted, no outside pockets and with a huge faux sheepskin collar that ended at my elbows. I felt like a god after leaving the theatre that day. I don't think I've been as well dressed, before or since.

Where Do You All Come From?

Well come on, it doesn't take a lot. Well not too much. First, you have to be a little bit in love with me. For female applicants this is non-negotiable. For males I'm prepared to accept 'tolerable-enough'. At a stretch 'tolerable-enough I suppose' will suffice. Second, all click members will have to, as a minimum, smirk at any amusing posts I may see fit to make. Regular wry chucklers will be awarded bronze membership, guffawers silver and tears-down-the face belly-laughers gold status. Platinum status will be reserved for the went-incontinent-with-laughter-fell-forward-and-smashed-my-laptop category. Rare and much sought after I'm sure you'll agree. Third, I'm not for a moment saying that all members of the click have to love Mott The Hoople, but each entrant will have to take a sacred vow that the 1973 album 'Mott' was by far and away their finest recorded moment. I've put it to my people who are firming up the details. Fourth, the click will be a secretive but not 'secret' organisation, not unlike the Freemasons or the RAC. It will perform charitable works along the lines of the Cubs and the Mafia (Italian, of course, not Russian). Above all it will be a force for good. Remember this is not a 'quick-fix' click, this a click for long-term change. Fifth, speaking of change I will require you to send me all of yours at the end of each week. I'll be sending out the envelopes to you as soon as you send me your name, address, bank details, date of birth, mother's maiden name and where you attended primary school. Mere formalities, as I'm sure you understand. So, who's first?

Monkey man - Toots & The Maytals (Showing cred by not going for the Stones and Specials options)

And I Love Her - The Beatles

stingray Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I have sent her the link to this thread. I have > got to be honest. I think you would have had > better chances with a more direct approach...... > we shall see. Bless you Stingray, bringing two hearts together. And should Dulwich007 insinuate his way into contact with the the woman in question, I'm sure your subsequent witness statemnt at the trial will prove most useful. Without wishing to overstate anything Dul007, f*ck the f*ck off back to your bucket of slime you malignant creep. You've had far too much leeway.

Ladymuck Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > So HB, you are advocating either: > > No Wheels to Ride > > or > > The Wheel of the Quivering Meat Conception. > > Right? I was pondering for a moment as to what Mott related reply I could come up with to your great response. I looked at the time and then of course it had to be Midnight LadyMuck.

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealer's Wheel

SeanMacGabhann Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Anyone ever see woofmarkthedog and honaloochieb in > the same room? Me neither There was that one time, but he attempted to kiss me. Whilst as the good Danny Baker would put it, 'all my doors are open' and this is as some would put it '2010', I curtailed his intercourse and we instead indulged in a bout of manly shoulder-chucking. Hearty laughter ensued. A little too hearty perhaps. After an interval Big Bad Wolf was born.

Perhaps the abolition of bicycles as a mode of work-related tranport and then licenced as sport-only vehicles. Tricycles with weatherproof carts attached would be supplied free of charge by local authorities to those who wished to 'trike' it. Done so on the basis that they would have to pick up people and deliver them to an agreed destination. Thereupon the passenger would be at liberty to give the 'triker' what he thought the trip was worth. I think it might work. Anyone got any good anagrams for 'rickshaw'?

In A Gadda Da Vida - Iron Butterly

Become? Has? What? The EDF is just the same old place it's been for years. I liken the EDF to The Kinks' song 'Days'. It has a lovely melody and at the same time is lyrically banal but still manages to draw the listener in.* I mean, look at us, are we not all still glancing at each other with amorous intent from underneath floppy fringes? Figuratively speaking? If we're not, shouldn't we be? I mean, SHOULDN'T WE BE? The Drawing Room is fine and dandy. Apparently. I don't visit it. I treat it the same as Catford in that respect. *Which Kinks song reminds YOU of the EDF? There's a 'Lola' styled cherry-cola for the best answer.

Although now I think of it, if FYC reform, put me down for a couple of tickets. And I offer that despite Roland Gift's execrable performance as South London gangster Johnny Edge in the film 'Scandal'. I promise not to dwell on that. Too much. Not for too long.

I once was convinced I spotted Roland Gift out of The Fine Young Cannibals sitting outside the Black Cherry. I copped the look of him on the passing-by of the upper deck of a 176 bus one evening. I was informed by certain posters on here that it was likely as not a barman from the establishment, and not in fact Gift, who was last heard from horse-riding in New Zealand. That's the trouble with this place, you supply good information and people just get all up in your face with so-called 'facts' an' stuff. Not one o' them m*fos questioned why former Fine Young Cannibal Roland Gift might be working in a south London bar. But that's OK, on the lightest of consideration, it's not like the world's awaiting a FYC reunion tour Perhaps not even FYC are awaiting that eventuality.

Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

May I go for quads with Wilfred Bramble, Ginger Baker, Johnny Rotten and Yootha Joyce? I merely ask.