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I will warn you I'm a bit tasty.

Sugar Walls - Sheena Easton

I have it on good authority there is a conflagration of some sort which the Fire Brigade are attending to. Billy Joel was in the house and because he was overheard remarking "we didn't start the fire" the police were called in to question him and ascertain the identies of his associates. Nothing to see here, move along please.

Would best shag be out of the question?

Would you tread on the tail o' me coat, you hoor?

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > In the words of Plato, ?You sir, are talking > rubbish.? In the words of War "Why can't we be friends?"

Faaaack off, I wuz 'ere first

Nineteen And Mad - The Leyton Buzzards

Jimbob Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > and yer woman flett from get rid of that picture > its like a throw back to a well known michael > douglas/glenn close film. The Real McCains?

World In Motion - New Order And A Football Team

FIGHT! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!!

Salt, of course and Pepa, naturally. But what of DJ Spinderella, eh? Never got the recognition she deserved I reckon.

Song Sung Blue - Neil Diamond

I believe they also stock slugs and puppy dog tails. It's a DIY kit for prospective parents who only want a boy.

That duck in Babe was an annoying b@stard though.

Is it due to the decline in the full-time professional Irish barman? You know he always opened the festivities with a hearty "Now!", and proceeded to take your order, while ensuring that the people around you were aware that he'd be with them shortly. He'd also tactfully point out your error in ordering Guiness last and most importantly of all he would know the exact order that people had arrived at the bar and would serve everyone in that order, oblivious to the tenner twirling. As a bonus if a chap was of the sporting fraternity he would have a ready supply of 'certs'. However this was probably not his strongest point.

I remember Dr Finlays Case Book. We used to call it Dr Finlay's Bookcase. We were pistols, us.

Nothing From Nothing - Billy Preston

What's the hurry, Clyde? While you're waiting drink in the atmosphere.

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Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds - Ringo Starr And The Beatles

I sawe that Babe film at the weekend, he was a spunky little chap, and as the film went on, delicious looking.

Top grade hurdle races. Races grade top hurdle. Top races hurdle grade. There's none of 'em makes any sense six ways to Sunday. And that's straight.

Tell you what TLS, it still bloody works. Why? 'Cause when Ringo laid it down all those years back, he knew at some point he'd stop signing autographs and this would be a potential song to allow someone to explain on his behalf whatagwan. He was of course a photogapher for a while, was he not? Took the cover portraits of T Rex's Slider, did he not? He could of course, could he not? Because he is above and beyond all else, a Beatle.

Brendan, yes I remember Brenda. Breda, her name was.