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???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Mais oui, C'est le premier place pour Sans > Coulettes dans tout le SE22 > > C at O'level 1978 doncha know Baise-moi Francs, c'est formidable!!

Eeh my pussy wouldn't have no truck with frogs. Over my dead body. Molly Sugden Beyond The Vale.

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That's enough of Mrs Slocombe's pussy - ed "Eeh, Quids don't talk to me about 'ed', the times my pussy has spent in the SE22 area have done her no favours, let me tell you"

Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I cant wait for the reopen, and will certainly be > popping in for some of the black stuff. Seem's a > shame the owner felt it needed smartening up, as > long as it doesnt attract the pretentious > Claphamite edgy mob I will be happy. :)-D > > Louisa. It's OK Lolly, I have it on the best authority from a well-placed source in the SW4 postcode that The Macabees pop group will not be making an appearance, either professional or personal at The Castle. They being the edgiest that Clapham can muster. And in fact he's not even sure how they spell the name, is it two 'cc's two 'bb's or some sort of combination? Perhaps sfter all my source is a bit of a broken reed, even unto being an enormous Josephine. I considered 'googling' the group name to check the spelling, but decided it wasn't very 'Castle', shrugged and muttered 'bollocks a that'. I know it's what Jesus would have done, him being a chippie and all.

My personal fave was The Cincinatti Kid, but a great actor and one of the great noses of all time.

I just found this out from the NME yesterday he died from cancer on 23th June and I was deeply saddened by the news. He wrote as Susan Williams for a while as well as performing as a ranter/poet Seething Wells. I liked his over-the-top-no-metaphor-too-extended foul-mouthed and abusive style. A natural lefty contrarian and rabble rouser. I just found this and it made me smile. Steven Wells has died after a battle with cancer. The former NME journalist was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma three years ago and despite the disease going into remission, he later contracted stomach cancer and passed away on June 23. Before his death, Wells documented his condition in a number of articles for the Philadelphia Weekly, submitting his last column on June 14. Wells said: "Why is it that the people with the most profound stuff to say are also those who are the least capable of being able to express that profundity? "You could blame this fallacy on poor education, cultural deterioration, or simple moral decline. Me? I blame it on sunshine. I blame it on the moonlight. I blame it on the boogie." Speaking about his second diagnosis in an earlier column, Wells had said: "Anyhoo. I put the phone down and let out a huge, self-pitying 'Why me?' "The answer, of course, is the same as the answer to Travis' s**t-awful 1999 international breakthrough hit, 'Why Does It Always Rain on Me?' Because you're a f**king d*ck. Now shut the f**k up and grow a pair." Rest In Pissed-Off

"Eeh, that rain yesterday, when I got home my pussy was wringing wet".

"If I'm not home by six on the dot my pussy goes mad"

When The Daylight Comes - Ian Hunter

One Of These Days - Pink Floyd

PROSouthwark Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Thanks antijen for showing some intelligence. I'm > tough as old boots so no harm done here. I also > know that for every one person here who shouts > down truth, there are thousands forced onto > substandard south london estates with no access to > the internet and barely able to feed their > families. No wonder they resort to weapons to be > heard. > > But yessir we have to find out about that waitros! Alan? Alan Parker?? Jesus where have you been?

I reckon whoever wrote the musical that the song 'Kids' is featured in probably had kids in mind when he wrote: Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today! Kids! Who can understand anything they say? Kids! They are so ridiculous and immature! I don't see why anybody wants 'em! Just you wait and see Kids! Kids! They are just impossible to control! (Soon you'll be old enough to be) Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock an' roll! (Another teenage delinquent) Why can't they be like you were, Perfect in every way? What's the matter with kids to-- Kids! What the devil's wrong with these kids today? Kids! Who could guess the they would turn out that way! Why can't they be like we were, Perfect in every way? What's the matter with kids? What's the matter with kids? What's the matter with kids today?

Just to introduce a little Mott The Hoople etiquette here, it's very good form to go round singing All The Young Druids. Roll Away The Stone, however is frowned upon.

Anyone else think the title of this thread sounds like a Betjeman poem?

I think it was cyclists Neil Young was thinking about when he wrote "But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars".

*Bob* Wrote: > > It's complete drivel, naturally, but it's on at > 12.30pm.. what do you expect? A repeat of Quincy? A repeat of Columbo? A repeat of Kojak? Anything else really would be better.

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Actually I don't mind Loose Women. It's better > than Bargain Hunt. Time to come in out of the sun *Bob*, there's no comparison, the rakish weskit and bow tie combo of the Wonnacot, the strategy by certain players to buy low and risking being chided by Tim. The utter old tat that people buy in the hope of making a profit, Tim's little lecture at the halfway point, especially when it's a valuable piece and he has to don his white gloves. The gap in his teeth, the flirting with the female contestants, he's channeling Terri-Thomas so he is. And it's nice and quiet, by comparison Loose Women is a terrible noisy farrago with rotten dress sense.

The Boys Are Back In Town - Thin Lizzy

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Christ almighty doesn't anyone round here do any > work? > > No wonder the country's going down the u-bend. *Bob* is to hot weather what Loiusa is to snow.

Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Loose Women = admiring The Stig for his advanced > driving skills and ability to nurture novice > drivers. > > Top Gear = fantasising about The Stig taking you > roughly from behind in the back of the Liana with > his helmet on. Closely followed by bigbadwolf Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Loose women = Kebab dressed as Mutton. > > Top Gear = Father dressed as Son.

Give It To The Soft Boys - The Soft Boys

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I?ve only seen snippets of this but isn?t it to > middle aged women what Top Gear is to middle aged > men? But without the bonus of the possibility of a high speed smash up.

I hope her arm gets better soon. And anyone wishing bad things on her, consider being attended to by that horse's arse Mark for the rest of your days. The poor cow must pray for sweet oblivion every day.

I have watched snippets of it when Bargain Hunt started to flag, or when I needed a break from one of Tim W's more outre weskits, so I suppose I'm not really in a position to give a fair and balanced view of the show. But shag all that, I won't attempt to then. What a desperate, blowsy bunch of superannuated wannabe ladettes. All they need is a guest spot from Jenny Eclair to make the whole grisly package complete.

I used to breakfast in a place called Munchies when I worked in Clapham High St. It was a chippy that opend for breakfast and served the trad full English. My preferred meal was double sausage double egg and chips. The chips would be feeshly fried in the chipper and were piping hot and golden. Eating 'chip shop' chips at 7:30 in the morning was ahighlight of the week for me. It was sold on to the Sea Cow for a while, but they didn't open for breakfast, the silly cows.