HonaloochieB

Isn't 'dag' an Aussie word for the same, except that it applied to the sh!t-smeared strands of wool round a sheep's arse.

Sue Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > PS Forgive my ignorance, but what are the strange > abbreviations/acronyms at the end of your post?? Somerfield Market Fresh, take out the 'a r k' and replace with 'g g o' and you get...what was hiding in the greenery.

And of course Frances from the Clockhouse who grew more lovely with each year.

Louise from some years ago in the Clockhouse, used to be married to the owners' son. Hubba hubba.

It's spelt T-E-N-S-E CO. And aren't we all.

Gonna Make You A Star - David Essex

gunsandlawyers

CamberwellOz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I can't believe you think I'm a man. *Sigh* Of course you're not CO. In fact today you are 'Queen Of The Non-Sequiters'

I think it should be the P.G. Wodehouse. I think it's a pity there's no pub/bar named after him as he went to the college and he said that every suburb he wrote about was based on ED, and it even got a mention in a few books.

So the thread started off about a gang of youths setting about one boy, now it's degenerated into a melee of slanging, sarcasm and swearing. I just hope that none of the youths involved visit this thread, it'll set them a terrible example. Honestly certain people should be ashamed of themselves.

A general rule of thumb for shoe repairers premises is the seedier and dustier they are the better. The same applies to the propreiter.

Man Out Of Time - Elvis Costello

faithandcharity

Good spot JL, Nadsat is indeed good invective without being exactly 'sweary'. I can never dip soldiers in an egg without thinking of them as 'lomticks'

All this talk of history and such has made me nostalgic. I remember the days when I could go out with a pound note in my pocket, visit every pub in town, go to a casino, visit an upmarket brothel and order the most expensive whore in the place, have a fish and chip supper and still have enough left over for a taxi home. I had to take a taxi because of course I had no shoes. You tell the youngsters today and they don't beleive you. I don't know. Bloody kids.

No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley And The Wailers

In The Summertime - Mungo Jerry

Those are all well and good but nothing could beat Collis Browne's Compound. The original formula contained a sizeable amount of morphine. This stuff put hairs on your chest. Of course it was withdrawn after becoming fashionable with druggies. Bloody kids. Bloody nanny state.

More Than A Woman - The Bee Gees

Sticky

Words (Big Mouth) - Ian Hunter

When The World Was Round - Ian Hunter

I was actually. Were you the kid with the big head? Used to be seen drinking milk from a Guiness bottle with a teat on the end? So how've you been?

Painter Man - The Creation

This bastard thanks you kindly, Mr F.