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I bought In The Summertime by that Mungo Jerry when it was first released and used to sing along to it with gusto, and indeed brio whenever I was rocking down the disco and he was the platter of the moment. I didn't 'get to make it, make it good in a layby' as Mungo exhorted though. I never learned to drive and the girls I met, though obliging enough were not prepared to go halves on a taxi to a convenient layby. And that doesn't even take into account how much we would have had to tip the cabby to turn a blind eye to us 'making it and making it good' while in the layby, which by the way would probably be more than six miles from Charing Cross, so he wouldn't have legally had to take us there in the first place, let alone allowed us to 'make it and make it good', presumably on his back seat. It would have taken a cabby of the most tolerant type to go along with that sort of venture and the tip would have been ruinous. In those days most cab drivers were disinclined to take a fellow south of the river, never mind allowing him to take a popsy halfway to heaven while his meter was running, though frankly at the time running up a large fare on that score probably wouldn't have broken the bank. But I didn't allow it to worry me over much and enjoyed myself while I was young.

Ketchup is superb on steak. If you get all fidgety about it, just order catsup. Ketchup on its own on a bacon sandwich is just all out plain ridiculous - a bacon sandwich requires HP sauce, nothing more. Unless you've run out of HP, in which case the first side of bread should be given a reasonable schmear of Colmans English Mustard and the second a layer of Heinz Tomato Ketchup. It aint HP but it'll get you there. Though I'm prepared to sometimes forego HP whenever I can source the Branston Dill Relish (available occaisionally from a 99p Shop near you), a few leaves of water cress and you have a salty-sweet-peppery treat that's hard to beat. Though The Branston Dill aint a patch on the Bicks Cucumber Relish, not at all, still that's gone the way of smoking in pubs. So, there we are.

Still warm from being pressed by my valet, it's the best possible start to the day.

(Get Your) Free Nelson Mandela - Special AKA

Toddy

Loz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Annette Curtain Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Morgan's mother is a distant relative of > Manfred > > von Richthofen > > > > ( not a lot of people know that ) > > Tangent: Ben Goldacre's mum (he of the Guardian's > Bad Science) was the lead singer of Fox (remember > Ssssssingle Bed?). Now that's something worth knowing, thanks Loz.

Bleat

Let's let the Bard of Salford have the last word. Like a Night Club in the morning, you?re the bitter end. Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you?re clean round the bend. You give me the horrors too bad to be true All of my tomorrow?s are lousy coz of you. You put the Shat in Shatter Put the Pain in Spain Your germs are splattered about Your face is just a stain You?re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag. Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag. You?re like a dose of scabies, I?ve got you under my skin. You make life a fairy tale... Grimm! People mention murder, the moment you arrive. I?d consider killing you if I thought you were alive. You?ve got this slippery quality, it makes me think of phlegm, and a dual personality I hate both of them. Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay. Please, please, please, please, take yourself away. Like a death a birthday party, you ruin all the fun. Like a sucked and spat our smartie, you?re no use to anyone. Like the shadow of the guillotine on a dead consumptive?s face. Speaking as an outsider, what do you think of the human race You went to a progressive psychiatrist. He recommended suicide... before scratching your bad name off his list, and pointing the way outside. You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart. You?re heading for a breakdown, better pull yourself apart. Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss. Your attitudes are platitudes, just make me wanna piss. What kind of creature bore you Was is some kind of bat They can?t find a good word for you, but I can... T WAT.

So the Beckhams are followers of George Louis Costanza. I'm warming to them.

Is it true that his wife's pet name for him is 'Dog's Breath'? I mean is it true, or did I just make it up? A little help here.

DC, Anvil weren't Death Metal, that just makes a nonsense of the whole thing.

Grease Is The Word - Frankie Valli

State

Medieval sherry, that was it, the first person to come up with exactly the right interpretation of what I meant by it, gets a half sovereign voucher for Oddsbodbins.

Paisley Park - Prince

McArthur Park - Richard Harris

Patsy

Itchycoo Park - The Small Faces

Salop

In Memoriam of the NOTW. So farewell then The News Of The World, The News Of The Screws, That's what some people called you That was because you took an interest in what famous people, Got up to in the sack, Talking about sack, Wasn't Rebekah Brookes lucky not to get it, One red-top had to die, That another could survive, Oh the poetic injustice of it all. E.J Thribb is unwell.

I remember Fosters - he once altered a coat for me and completely frigged it up - gave me a refund but still left me with a ?3.50 charity shop coat I could never wear.

'Ginchy' - I never saw that making a come back, I mean, who knew?

Anyway Anyhow Anywhere - The Who

Blade

Sugar Walls - Sheena Easton