HonaloochieB

Oh You Pretty Things - Peter Noone

Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Early on in the recent wave of TV chefdom - say > early to mid 1990s? - there was a grumpy bloke > called Kevin who never seemed to grasp that you > had to at least pretend to be likeable, and to > like other people. He had a programme called > "Can't Coook, Woern't Coook" in which his > exasperation with the bovine contestants was > outshone only by the naked flame of his ambition. > > I'm sure he had some early gigs on Ready Steady > Cook, as well, probably in a dream duo of > grumpiness with the enormous, yet strangely > preening, Brian Turner. No doubt Fern had him > shipped off to some cruise ship to cook paella for > the rest of his life for retired policemen from > Braintree. > TM I did for a short time genuinely think that Kev and Brian were the same person. I put their differing sizes down to somewhat dodgy eyesight and perhaps doing more vodka at the time than even John Torode does these days. What innocent drunk telly watching days, they were. Absolutly over now of course.

I'd just raise a wee dram to the man's birthday and put the card in the kitchen drawer against him possibly reading this and claiming it. Not that one next to the Frigidaire, the one underneath the cupboard where you store your Lloyd Grossman pasta sauces.

Somerfield has a gallery of cheapness, that is often now, not proudly displayed on the gurneys near the poultry pen as it used to be, but is on the bottom left of the Clover, Flora, marge enclosure. Bit hole in the corner it seems to me. Mind the aforementioned trolleys are always taken up with bread that judging by its toughness of crust is left over from the Last Supper. Also most of the gallery is given over to quarter-priced microwaveable hamburgers. Sometimes 53 new pence a kick. But like Simon & Garfunkle's The Boxer, sometimes I felt so lonesome I took some comfort there. Though of course S&G's The Boxer was of course taking comfort with a whore from Seventh Avenue. And even accounting for inflation probably cost a sight more than 53 new pence. And really in my case it was more about being a bit skint before payday and not being arsed to open one of the many Lloyd Grosssman pasta sauces that I've collected and boil up a pan of water. And I wouldn't hold Paul or Art responsible for that. Though I do have quite the glut of Grossman pasta sauces, which I hold Somerfield partly responsible for with their 'twofers' which I was drawn into buying when flush but never got round to using when flushless. I may leave a coshel of them on my wall, please take and enjoy. Though I give fair warning the tomato and chilli isn't LG's finest hour, if indeed he spent that long on it.

And Laughing Spam Fritter one of the great henchmen. Endell, indicating Budgie "Laughing Spam...hurt him"

Sex 'n' Druds 'n' Rock 'n' Roll - Ian Dury 'n' his Saucy Old Blockheads

Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't Have Fallen In Love With) - Pete Shelley His Fiddle Faddle Buzzcocks

The Hero And The Madman - Thin Lizzy

Billy The Mountain - Frank Zappa

Walking With A Mounhtain - Mott The Hoople

kpc Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Love Me Love My Dog - Peter Shelley Ah, now that was classic Shelley, before he got caught up in all that shouty punk rock fiddle-faddle. Dogs Hair - Dogs D'Amour

Just clear something up for me please P. The bass on Magnificent Seven, it wasn't you was it? No offence like.

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Were any of them Jedis? There are nearly 50 000 of > them living amongst us by my calculations. I didn't really like to enquire, one had a sort of 'methodisty' musk about him, though.

Whereas my sample group were all human and there were nearly enough for a five-a-side soccer team. Provided you had a 'rush' goalie.

I agree CS, it's most disagreeable. Not the sort of thing I'd ever do. No sir.

Poor Lonesome Me - Bill Anderson

I not only consider myself agreeable but 93% of people polled consider me an hail fellow well met. And being agreeable I didn't argue with them.

I disagree.

Lonesome In The Saddle (Since My Horse Died) - Bill Scratchmore

I agree with Dom. I also agree with SM. I'm very agreeable all round today.

I know it's not in ED, but I saw Josh Homme sitting outside a cafe at the Brixton end of Coldharbour Lane the week before last.

bigbadwolf Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I know it wasn't free, but does anyone remember > back in the early 90's the tabloids would carry an > offer that would allow you a ferry crossing for > ?1. I think that was in the short-lived News On Sunday or whatever it was called. Even I wasn't common enough to read that. Jesus you have to have standards. Even if it's only Evening ones.

Pursue your defamation, BBW? On my oath, I cackle into m' crooked arm.

8 Days A Week - The Beatles

LibertyBlush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HonaloochieB if I were to be in chokey I'd easily > pass the years with your witty musings. Libby, I'm flattered, if you ever find yourself banged-up in the hoosegow, then just give me a whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? Soon as I get there I'll be a-musing all over you. Laters.