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giggirl Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'm in a private box at Lady Gaga's on the 17th. > > > I would consider switching to the Half Moon if you > dressed up a bit or something Keef. > > Pxxx Giggi, don't forget to bring some bread and relishes in case she's wearing the all you can eat buffet again.

Home Is Where The Hurt Is - Dierks Bentley

When The Daylight Comes - Ian Hunter

Days - The Kinks

Have You Ever SeenThe Rain? - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Thanks Ted. Thanks Quids??

DJKillaQueen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I think it's just a media rouse by the journo to > push local house prices up....she/he probably owns > one and is trying to sell >:D< My chips are tasting strange, what could it be? Great Scott, it's, it's URINE!!!!

Soooooooooooon Of My Father - Chicory Tip

I'm with SM on this one, Barry Road from otside the church, I always want to stand in the middle of the road and look and look but I don't because of the getting run over thing. I find it particularly impressive in the winter time when the trees are bare, it's quite a sight from the top front right seat of the 197. Of course LL, that place of contrasts - by day a fluffy grotto of consumerism peopled by fragrant mothers in floral dresses leading crocodiles of their offspring on bikes around the pavements while at night transformed into a vomitous seething pit of licentiousness and carnage where toughs from Catford, hopped-up on goofballs make fun of the local men shod in their Crocs and Uggs and the bikes are of an altogether different kidney. Oh yes. And of course there is the Barry off licence on Barry Rd overseen by the mensch that is Barry. If you're going to visit thi institution then may I suggest you do so on the days that Barry is doing the shop accounts at his 'desk', they really should sell tickets.

Mi Reggae Gal Gone - Barrington 'Chickenfoot' Chivers

"Any famous people? The writers Monica Ali and Rachel Seiffert rub shoulders with the comedians Jo Brand and Sue Perkins". The author's confused I reckon. Jo Brand was a pyschiatric nurse and she plays a nurse in her new series but she's not as far as I know a physiotherapist nor are any of the others. What can he/she be getting at?

Let's get the article printed onto T shirts and promenade round the streets of Nunhead and Forest Hill swanking and putting on side. I know the good burghers of ED are usually modest as head lice but when we've something to swank about I say we get out there and swank like camels. Who's with me?

Oooh spats. That'll be it, I'll warrant.

Now what would Crispin Tuckley have delivered to him? His Christmas snuff perhaps? A years supply of Gentleman's Relish? A custom made sword stick from Fox Umbrellas? A shiny sixpence and an avucular chuck on the chin to the first rosy-cheeked urchin to come up with the answer.

Sponji Reggae - Black Uhuru

Always adopt the Private Frasier philosophy.

Of course Gigg! It continues make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold! It's like a page from her diary so it is.

Reggae Fi Peach - Linton Kwesi Johnson

Reggae Like It Used To Be - Paul 'Roots' Nicholas

That's some inspired casting from Brendan though. Out, damn'd Pete, out, I say! The raven himself is hoarse - I like horses me - that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan - Oooh I hope it's him out of Blue - under my battlements - never heard 'em called that before. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here - I'll try anything once - and fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty - but don't f@ck up me extensions! A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Alex does cage-fight again this night.

I've no doubt that the Candyman will lick this impudent intruder and be back to the rudest of rude health like a great shoe with its lights on. Remember look up not down. Now everyone join together as one voice and repeat thrice daily - "English as tuppence, changing yet changeless as canal water, nestling in green nowhere, armoured and effete, bold flag-bearer, lotus-fed Miss Havishambling opsimath and eremite, feudal still, reactionary Rawlinson End".

Walking Spanish - Tom Waits

Boots Of Spanish Leather - His Bobness

I was hoping it'd be a Millets. I was hoping they'd have a large display of cheap camping gear. I was hoping there'd be a staff member outside with a megaphone hailing passersby with the phrase "Wow here is the window of our discount tents" I reckon I'll feel much better when I give up hope.

The Only Way Is Up - Yazz