HonaloochieB

Of course it could be wiped out at a stroke by making the use of strainers compulsory.

Peckhamgatecrasher Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Ooh, yummy. Kosher, I trust? Of course PGC. Nothing 'off the back of a lorry' in the Mitzvah. We leave that sort of carry-on to the Humbug lot.

Now stop that PGC. Turn that frown upside down. No room for gloomy gusses in the Mitzvah. Have a cocktail sausage. They're pork.

I actually stopped smoking on 30th September 1999, but I am very much 'down' with the smoking 'community' I'm a smoker who doesn't. However if I'm still around at 70 I'll take it up again.

citizenED Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oh, goody, *Bob* spots a sitting target, takes aim > with his almighty cynic cannon and blasts away. He > hits. Deja vu? I know, good innee?

Today I woke up with the vague feeling that I want to make a difference. To what or whom I haven't got a clue. Bloody irritating it is.

Christmas hint number one. A tumbler of whiskey for the red-suited old git? I don't think so. White spirit with a little amber food colouring should make him think twice before coming back.

When The World Was Round - Ian Hunter

Come in, come in, I'm going to open up a can of festivity on your asses.

Don't give up smoking, despite what anyone says it is cool and makes you look hard.

I Am What I Hated When I Was Young - Ian Hunter

KK's just quoting the Captain Sensible song, Keef.

Good Golly Miss Molly - Little Richard

KalamityKel Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HonaloochieB Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > So if I'm reading it right, some old bloke's > got > > KK up the duff. > > Scandalous. > > Wot school did u go to? :-| Well I rather not give the name, but it was a good one. Approved it was.

My Girl Bill - Jim Stafford

The mocking of earth-bound clods passes me by like the idle wind. I heed it not. Waiting for the Rapture.

The Girl Can't Help It - Mick Ronson

MadWorld74 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > You guys are such @#$%&. So what if people have > readings of any description? What the fcuk is it > to you? Go sit on your flat earth and stick your > teapots up your arses. > (Not edited once for swearing or bad language) I couldn't agree with MW74 more, her cogent and reasoned argument puts this thread to shame. And yes *Bob*, I'm looking at you, oppressor that you are, I hope you have the humility to seek out a patch of flat earth and stick a teapot up your arse. For then and only then will you find true peace. And as for the rest of you @#$%& you are and @#$%& you shall remain.

Oh, alright I know I've had a couple of more glasses of wine than I should have, but let's tie tinsel round our heads, and get out and have a bit of a bop to some Motown. Yes you will, Cassidy and you too Abraham, or I'm never speaking to either of you again. Come on, it's only once a year.

Oh, alright I know I've had a couple of more glasses of wine than I should have, but let's tie tinsel round our heads, and get out and have a bit of a bop to some Motown. Yes you will, Cassidy and you too Abraham, or I'm never speaking to either of you again. Come on, it's only once a year.

And of course plays merry hell with the nails and makes the knuckles resemble a Klingon's forehead. Ah, but wait, I think I see where you're going Moos and of course given the time of year, I can take a hint. I shall be round to Mappin & Webb first thing tomorrow to see their selection of dress knuckledusters. Leave it to me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our own, our very own, SCROOGE!!!* *Obviously, early Scroooge. Before he shit out to those ghosts and bought the goose for Bob Cratchit.

No Time To Be 21 - The Adverts

Hearing your Outrage Moos. Loud and clear. My hearing has been described as 'bat-like' and I have a cricket one that can be at your sevice, should either of your 'fellas' be maligned. Merely say the word. I am of course your obedient servant.

Can't say I agree there, Sue but I won't argue the point 'cos of course I want to save it up for my late in life pop group. A great name for this or any other bar, would of course be Mott The Hoople. Note the clever absence of the definite article at the beginning of the title. Subtle. It lends itself so easily to the kind of casual phrases that become part of our everyday lingo. "I'm off down the Mott love, there's a rugby contest between this country and another, and if I don't have some sort of opinion at work on Monday the other girls will rib me mercilessly" "Christ, where have you put my darts? You know full well The Hoople have me on as a ringer against those bastards from The Edgar Broughton" "YES, I suppose I DO spend a lot of time in the 'Hoop', but at least I get LISTENED to there!!" "Four o' clock, you say? Are you sure? Neighbours on both sides, and opposite complaining about the lubricated version of 'All The Young Dudes', and the repeated assertions that David Bowie should nave been bloody well honoured that a group so fine should have picked up on and improved his little ditty? Well love it's not Ian Hunter's birthday every day, you know" You see, it could just so easily become part of the whole ED way of life.