Jah Lush

fabfor Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What's the word for people who get involved in > matters that, by their own admission, don't > concern them? What's the title of this thread? I shan't be signing your petition and that is my last word on the matter.

Well fabfor, I only started posting on this thread today but I'm concerned that you're concerned about something that for me and many others simply doesn't exist or aren't affected by and I'm quite puzzled as to why you persist in trying get other people to sign your silly little petition that will come to nothing. If it really does affect you and you're obviously such a light sleeper get some earmuffs, take some downers to help you sleep or move somewhere where you think it won't affect you.

Why? Pointless exercise in my humble opinion.

Aircraft noise has never bothered me. I fail to understand how it could wake anyone. I don't hear it. I think anyone bothered by it must be very light sleepers indeed. It's not like we live near an airport. I sleep well. The only thing that wakes me during the night is my bladder.

Tuesday 18th February 2014 Bayer 04 Leverkusen 1 Paris Saint Germain 2 Man City 2 Barcelona 1 Wednesday 19th February 2014 Arsenal 0 Bayern Munich 2 Milan 0 Atl?tico Madrid 2

unlurked Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Jah Lush Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > What Quids said. > > > > That Unlurked is a proper little ray of > sunshine. > > Twat. > > > Has your bubble been burst, that the over priced > food/tat sellers are only doing it to make a > killing rather than for the good of ED kind? Mug. Apart from buying a few second hand books and maybe a hotdog or two I rarely go there myself. It doesn't offer anything I'd want. In fact, I can't think of the last time I went down there on a Saturday. Anyway, surely the idea of selling anything is to make a profit is it not? That's business.

What Quids said. That Unlurked is a proper little ray of sunshine. Twat.

Fuck Chelsea, couldn't give a fuck about 'em. They have no class.

Here's your salad. Impressive isn't it? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candle_salad

Saturday 15th February 2014 Sunderland 1 Southampton 2 Cardiff 2 Wigan 1 Sheff Wed 3 Charlton 1 Man City 2 Chelsea 2 Sunday 16th February 2014 Everton 3 Swansea 2 Sheff Utd 2 Nottm Forest 2 Arsenal 1 Liverpool 3 Monday 17th February 2014 Brighton 1 Hull 2

I feel your pain Mr Ben. It's impossible to find anywhere locally that isn't full of the Sunday lunch brigade and their offspring running riot. I'm afraid it's a bygone era that you're looking for. If you find it let us know via PM. We don't want everybody knowing.

Normally I'd advise as much sleep as possible but if you don't have that option take four painkillers (your choice, the stronger the better in my opinion), wash down with a quadruple Kahlua topped up with milk in a pint glass. Down in one. Followed by a toasted bacon, cheese and tomato sandwich smothered in Sriracha hot chilli sauce. A jug of fresh coffee and some fresh orange juice. Take a long hot shower and you're ready to go again. The fresh air that hits as you leave the front door will also be beneficial to your sense of well being. If travelling on public transport try not to engage with anyone. Do not make eye contact. They mean you harm. Wear shades. At work, keep your head down and get on with it. Oh, and take your shades off. You'll look a prat.

Agreed. It's her property. She can do as she pleases.

Indeed. What has always puzzled me though is why Bobby Moore wasn't knighted. England's finest captain and he won the World Cup FFS!

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Jah, that clip also shows off an absolutely > amazing young bass player in Tal Wilkenfeld. Yeah, she's fabulous isn't she.

Yeah, Jack White is fabulous. Mick Taylor is another one I like. Buddy Guy too. Mike Campbell from the Heartbreakers is excellent as well. He plays the song without being overly flash. I can't stand guitar wankery, overlong boring solos and all that wibbling with no soul or feel. This is playing of the highest standard and the little trick Jeff does at the end with the bottleneck is not only beautiful but jaw dropping.

Good one, Brendan.

You could at least spell his name right. It's Jimmy Page.

Pah! You're all wrong. This girl knocks spots off everyone.

Beasley Street Far from crazy pavements ? The taste of silver spoons A clinical arrangement On a dirty afternoon Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud Are rendered obsolete The legal term is null and void In the case of Beasley Street In the cheap seats where murder breeds Somebody is out of breath Sleep is a luxury they don?t need - a sneak preview of death Belladonna is your flower Manslaughter your meat Spend a year in a couple of hours On the edge of Beasley Street Where the action isn?t That?s where it is State your position Vacancies exist In an X-certificate exercise Ex-servicemen excrete Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies In a box on Beasley Street From the boarding houses and the bedsits Full of accidents and fleas Somebody gets it Where the missing persons freeze Wearing dead men?s overcoats You can?t see their feet A riff joint shuts ? opens up Right down on Beasley Street Cars collide, colours clash Disaster movie stuff For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache Revenge is not enough There?s a dead canary on a swivel seat There?s a rainbow in the road Meanwhile on Beasley Street Silence is the code Hot beneath the collar An inspector calls Where the perishing stink of squalor Impregnates the walls The rats have all got rickets They spit through broken teeth The name of the game is not cricket Caught out on Beasley Street The hipster and his hired hat Drive a borrowed car Yellow socks and a pink cravat Nothing La-di-dah OAP, mother to be Watch the three-piece suite When shit-stoppered drains And crocodile skis Are seen on Beasley Street The kingdom of the blind A one-eyed man is king Beauty problems are redefined The doorbells do not ring A lightbulb bursts like a blister The only form of heat Here a fellow sells his sister Down the river on Beasley Street The boys are on the wagon The girls are on the shelf Their common problem is That they?re not someone else The dirt blows out The dust blows in You can?t keep it neat It?s a fully furnished dustbin, Sixteen Beasley Street Vince the ageing savage Betrays no kind of life But the smell of yesterday?s cabbage And the ghost of last year?s wife Through a constant haze Of deodorant sprays He says retreat Alsations dog the dirty days Down the middle of Beasley Street People turn to poison Quick as lager turns to piss Sweethearts are physically sick Every time they kiss. It?s a sociologist?s paradise Each day repeats On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy Beastly Beasley Street Eyes dead as vicious fish Look around for laughs If I could have just one wish I would be a photograph On a permanent Monday morning Get lost or fall asleep When the yellow cats are yawning Around the back of Beasley Street. John Cooper Clarke

Robert Johnson.

Fecking hell! Who wrote that?

Pete Townsend doing that windmill action thing he nicked off Keef makes my big toe shoot up in my boot.

Oh and for all those riffs you've gotta have Keith Richards in there. Not technically brilliant but he's the rhythm king.

Bootsy is a bassist Quids. For me it's Jeff Beck. No one even comes close. For sheer invention and constantly breaking new ground and like a fine wine he gets better with age. The guitarists guitarist.