HonaloochieB

MM you're correct, if no violence is being offered then only reasonable restraint should be applied. Too many points and counterpoints on the matter amount to no more than spittle on a computer screen.

In The Ghetto - Elvis Presley

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Keef Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HonaloochieB, it would be an honour to play very > very loud dirty guitar for you! Knew you'd be the man for the job Keef. We can take care of the various disbursements etc at our leisure.

I'm A Lazy Sod - The Sex Pistols

Bloody Nora ED Pete, I've just had a relapse.

macroban Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Logan's Run applies to the over-29s? This is why I specified loosely based on the film, Macroban. I don't want to get rid of the younger element as I see them as my main constituency. You'll like Wales. Truly.

Banksy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > 11. & a small velodrome on the Palm roundabout so > that ED is well represented at London 2013. Well done on changing the next olympics to 2013 Banksy, never liked the idea of 2012. I may well make you my official sport maven. Please send me a short CV and a long administative fee.

Or to a special public-funded amusement park based loosely on the film, Logan's Run.

Stop The Cavalry - Jona Lewie

meanz

I've just used a lift for the first time in years with no fear. I'm cured. My thanks to everyone, particularly Keef and Brendan. It was practically a disability you know.

I pledge to send anyone over the age of sixty to a farm in Wales.

I'm Left You're Right She's Gone - Elvis Presley

Jack

So if me and Keef have the same fear and there is solid evidence from trustworthy sources (LA Law and a disaster movie) that this could feasibly happen then I have nothing to worry about as far as my fear being irrational is concerned. It could happen and in fact probably will. Thanks for that Keef, I feel much better.

In order to stage my takeover of the borough I would organise a series of meetings with well known dissidents and general nogoodniks. After a few of these I should have the makings of a good-sized angry mob. Getting them all liquored-up and marching on the town hall will be child?s play and a bloodless coup will ensue. The councillors and the overpaid executives that suckle at the teat of the council tax payers will be made to sign off letters of resignation and be banished to Lewisham. My co-conspirators will be dobbed in to the scuffers and I will furnish whatever evidence is required to see that they spend a good long spell in the hoosegow. Raw work I agree, but in politics a chap can?t make an omelette without cracking a few bad eggs. The first order of business would of course be the refurbishment of the upper storeys of the town hall into my place of residence. A top-flight interior designer would be given the simple brief of ?LUXURY? and turned loose, no questions asked. Secondly the question of The Leader?s (that?s me) wardrobe, I?m certain that the good people of Southwark wouldn?t want their representative on earth jetting around the world on goodwill visits (and there?ll be plenty, rest assured, I?m brimming with goodwill and don?t mean to confine it to a few south London post codes) looking like an ex-member of Ned?s Atomic Dustbin. Therefore the finest tailors will be commissioned for suiting and ceremonial robes. The third issue would be my first appointment. After careful consideration I think I will have Louisa as my Commissioner and First Henchperson for Law, Order, Discipline and Couth. Things have been getting a little sloppy round these parts lately, I mean look how easy it was for me to form an angry mob and take over. I give a solemn pledge to people of Southwark that this will never happen again, not if Louisa has anything to do with it. Louisa will be given free rein as far as uniform (though I?m thinking something in priest?s sock black with leather accessories), transport (though again I would respectfully suggest an old black gull-wing Mercedes) and recruitment of hench people is concerned. My first communiqu? to Louisa would be simple and to the point; ?This town?s got a runny nose, I?m giving you the hanky? The ground floor of the town hall would still be open to the public and would be given a refurbishment. But no point going mad so I?d give the contract to that Laurence fellow off the telly, you know, him with the hair and the shirt cuffs. He could do what he liked really, provided he installed a stage. Talking of which here is an opportunity for Keef?s band if they care to take it. I have a vision of a group calling themselves Shocking Steven And The Pustules Of Doom playing the loudest possible death metal during the building?s opening hours. This may mean that some local residents are put off in coming the building, but I only want to encourage visitors of a stout-hearted mien (if mien is the word I?m looking for). At weekends the group would perform outside the front doors, playing heavy metal cover versions while dressed in dog suits and going under the name Muttalica. Seriously Keef, this is a genuine offer and you could write your own cheque, just don?t forget it pays to have friends in high places, if you catch my drift. On the subject of music, I have a yen for a female vocal group (any local ladies, interested?) to precede me on any room I enter and give a rendition of The Teddy bears ?To Know Him Is To Love Him? and on my departure a heartfelt and tearful version of Hall & Oates? He?s (sic) Gone?. This would of course only apply to rooms that were occupied, not empty ones. That would be absurd. I?d encourage (well actually I?d leave the encouraging to a select group of Louisa?s henchpeople) people to call me ?Excellency?, though on social occasions ?X? would be acceptable. I think that would be a good start.

Anyone that gives away potentially damaging information about themselves on a message board is a klutz and deserves all they get.

On entering a lift I always worry that it's going to come loose from it's moorings and cut me in half. Not so irrational really, could happen. It could of course be my subconscious telling me to use the stairs as I could do with the exercise. My subconscious is a cheeky bastard like that.

Ducks On The Wall - The Kinks

Welly

MadWorld74 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- pretty bonkers me.... And we wouldn't have you any other way. (Breaks into Barry White's version of Just The Way You Are)

Boys

Pictures Of Matchstick Men - Status Quo

Boffin