Jah Lush

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.

This is a little more reassuring. http://www.pitchero.com/clubs/dulwichhamlet/news/saturday-at-home-to-bury-town-will-play-1152976.html

He should have a red card for that fooking ponytail. Ponce.

When I used to go there as a kid it was the biggest amateur ground in the country with a gate that could hold over 20,000. It was a bloody shame when they knocked the old stadium down. Damn you Sainsburys.

I always liked their beer though I've not been in a Sam Smith's pub for over 20 years so they've obviously taken a nosedive since I last imbibed in one. What a shame. I've decided not to take the trip uptown today because of the lousy weather and tube strike. Maybe tomorrow and I can check out a few of the old pubs while I'm at it, including the Sam Smith ones I've mentioned.

I heard a rumour, About Oztumer, He came from Turkey, To bring us joy. He?s 5 foot 2, He?s pink & blue Please don?t take my Erhan away.

What, like this. http://www.craftcompany.co.uk/palette-knife-by-pme-4-5-rounded-angled-blade.html

And a hat-trick from our wonderful number 10. See you on Saturday. Pink & Blue army.

Yeah! What's so wrong with SS pubs? ;-) Another Sam Smith pub I used to enjoy a few ales in at lunchtime was the Cittie Of York on High Holborn with its long bar and old booths. If it is still there and I sincerely hope it is and hasn't been turned into an Abbey National or something then it's worth checking out. Actually, sod it. I think may get my arse out of the house today and take a wander around the old haunts and check 'em all out for myself. It's been a very long time.

Always a pleasure, never a chore.

Oh, look, another twat. You fuck off an all.

Pah! Got you bang to rights. Tosser!

My personal favourite shred.

Facking hell! Talk about a knee jerk reaction. I have to say I'm astonished by that decision.