HonaloochieB

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Natural High - Bloodstone

Pussy. Triangle. Pudenda. Look, they've all now been mentioned. In a row. No one else has to. Mention them. It's all out in the open. We're all adults. Most of us. Most of the time. Mostly. Some times you gotta stand up and take a hit for the team.

Never mind your smart aleckry and Londoness, you lot upstairs, this thread stands for something. So get up off that pouffe, Jah Lush and let your elders sit down. And me with a back on me. Jesus, in my day pouffes gave you a bit more support, still can't be helped. There seems to be a consumption on the part of curtain people, that this thread may have become ropey, even started to unravel. If you could see me now, at 11:07 outside my home, greeting people as they get off the bus in the spirit of comradely love, forsaking the rigidity of convention, and just for now the restriction of clothing, I think you'd all be proud. I know I am. I've just checked, and I am proud. Proud as the oncoming sound of sirens. Mind, this damp's not doing my chest any good. And don't the ruddy council sweep up leaves any more. Honestly you could break your neck.

djfitz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That's correct Brendan. > > Apparently, upstairs will feature a Contemporary > Latin Brothel. > Ave Maria! About bloody tempus an' all. Let's hope that locals are given priority, and it doesn't start to attract 'blow-ins'. Last thing we need is for the ruddy Gauls to start laying siege to the place. Blimus.

LuvPeckham Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HonaloochieB > > Either that or you used to drink in the same run > down bars in Glasgow I did .... In which case you > still owe me a pint of Heavy. > > Also isn't Jimmy Crankie actually a little boy who > plays a grown woman playing a little boy.... > something like that... Though I've never been in the run down bars of Glasgow, should we aver meet, I'll happily stand you a pint of Heavy on the basis that you come across always as a thoroughgoing gent. However those Krankies need some closer scrutiny. Of course it's always been understood that between consenting adults in the boudoir, a litle license can be given. A lady may purchase a schoolgirl's uniform in order to what the tabloid agonistas will insist is 'spicing things up in the bedroom'. So far, so tawdry. But that Krankie fellow. What can his foul desires be a symptom of? I shudder to think. He gets his wife to dress as a schoolboy, in public. And charges people to come and see the perverse 'dance'. How he's never been banged up in the slammer, and Wee Jimmie taken into care, I just don't know.

Annasfield Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > "There's been a merder" > :'( This has just made me realise how much I hate > my job. Still here now having been in since 8.30 > and with no lunch break. I think I'm going to go > to the pub. Hope you get served by a barkeep with the same high standards as your good self. Sorry you hate your job, don't know what it is, but maybe tomorrow'll be better. Hope so anyway. Do go and have a drink, I've just raised a bottle of Perroni and toasted your health. I like to catch little moments around me, just to lift the spirits. Today in Woolies in Brixton there was an elderly couple some way in front of me, he was in an electric mobility cart, she walking beside him with the shopping basket. I was too far away to hear what they might have been saying to each other, but suddenly she just leaned down, and in a not too gentle fashion grabbed him round the head and planted a kiss on it. A lovely iterlude for the three of us. As Ringo Starr puts it, Love And Peace. Regards.

I'm The Next Best Thing Baby - The Cannibals

LP, didn't this get developed into an episode of Taggart? The big yin was found battered to death in an alley near the pub. His battered pizza and carry-oot beside him untouched. Initially this lead the investigating officers to be thrown off the scent, as they thought it could not possibly then have been the work of a male Glawegian. Herself was then accused, and in the performance of a lifetime by Wee Jimmie Krankie went through the rigours of the justice system, until they discovered overlooked CCTV footage that showed the crime was committed by a pissed-up teenage ned. I'm sure I saw it some time.

I actually know for a fact she was going to buy vitamins for a blind orphan child. With a slightly gammy leg. The child's leg, not Jennie's, which as far as I know is gammy free. She was also going to bring him back an eclair as a treat. She's a saint that woman.

I find as well that the younger bar staff can get on my thrups with their niceness and enthusiasm. Don't get me wrong, I like kids, I went to school with them, and am the very proud owner of a latish twenties model. But the shiny-faced, titsy, low-slung, matey, ridiculous-T-shirt-wearing approach can grate after a while. I'd quite like laconic, even a little terse. Someone who's combed their hair perhaps. Or am I just being a sentimental old fluff?

She's also a star, so what should she do, get on the bus with the likes of me? She'd probably end up with nits.

A young woman I work with is wearing her coat in the office. I pointed out that she wouldn't feel the benefit when she went out. All I got was shrug. You can't tell them anything, can you?

New Gold Dream (81-82-83-84) - Simple Minds

Last Train To Clarksville - The Monkees. I once sold Mickey Dolenz a shirt by the way.

Made me look, Made me stare, Made the barber cut me 'air, Cut it long, cut it short, With a knife and with a fork.

I Need Your Love - Ian Hunter

SteveT Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > As big as a tennis ball with a point on one side. A match point?

Wrong Kind Of Love - Jim White

Protex Blue - The Clash

Run Billy Run was a song by a group called Shades. 'Diddy' David Hamilton used to play it when he was on Radio One.

I don't trust shy people. What are they trying to hide? Eh? EH?

Froggie Went-A-Courting - Bruce Springsteen

I knew a girl called Rose once, she was prim.

My Wife - The Who