Jah Lush

Mockney or not he has my sympathy. Parkinson's Disease is facking horrible.

Good luck on this very welcome news but if you're going to change the name of the pub could please revert it back to it's original name - The Cherry Tree.

?I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think I was a phony and I'd know it.? - Vivian Stanshall.

"Outside of a dog a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx. "Ambition is the last refuge of a failure." - Oscar Wilde. "Tell him I'm fcuking busy or vice versa." - Dorothy Parker.

Herr Hitler, not Her or Heir. Anyway, crap thread. Move along now, nothing to see here.

Knob jockey.

People who say "awesome" to describe just about anything. They need a good slap with a dictionary.

Kings Road, Chelsea. Now just like any other high street and full of tourists, although it's been so long since I've been down there I would think even they have gone elsewhere. I think the Chelsea Potter is the only pub left as well. Please tell me that hasn't gone too.

I appreciate that Rolo. Even Thierry Henry has said in the past that Ledley King is the best defender he's faced. He was not just a brilliant centre half, but an inspirational one, a fantastic footballer, captain and role model. A dedicated, loyal one club man. I'm hoping that the club choose to retire the number 26 shirt in his honour.

Ledley was told by his doctor to quit playing four years ago. It's incredible how he managed to keep playing. He has no cartilage in his left knee. The pain he must have gone through to play football is incredible. On his day and when fully fit he was without question one of the best centre-backs I've seen. Majestic, Supreme, of the highest Order, Imposing, Regal, Magnificent, Grand. He really did live up to his name. Long Live the King!

Back in the day when I worked on The Sporting Life I remember getting paid on a Thursday but had pissed it all up the wall by Saturday but I got a tip on a horse at 66-1. It was a dead cert. I'd heard all that before but I borrowed two quid off a colleague who was also backing it and told me to get on it, so I duly put the money down. The horse won. I can't remember the name of the horse or the race as it was such a long time ago (late 70s) but my winnings were equivalent to more than two weeks wages back then. Now as far as I'm concerned that was the greatest race ever.

I was walking along Piccadilly yesterday afternoon and this bloke in front of me seemed to be yapping away to himself before I realised he had some earphones in. I thought he was a bit of a nutjob jabbering away. I soon recognised his gait and as I walked past I quickly realised it was Eddie Izzard!

maxxi Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > KidKruger Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Maxxi - 'the original' you speak of sounds like > > Roskalnikov. > > > > I think the best IoPs are when it's the urge to > DO > > something (which 'normally' is just not done). > > > It's more like another of Poe's 'unnamed' > narrators (like the narrator in The Imp Of The > Perverse) in the Tell Tale Heart. The IoP being: > > "an impulse in human beings that impels them to > act irrationally, without apparent motive. This > strange whim or caprice may be irresistible and > may cause a person to carry out an annoying or > embarrassing act?or even an act that can result in > death. Sorry to be a pedant but Raskolnikov is the protagonist in Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Crime And Punishment.

I went to a casting yesterday and of the 50 or 60 people there they all had to stand up and speak for one minute about themselves and what they wanted to achieve. When it came to my turn I couldn't help myself. I stood up and said: "Hello, my name's Jah and I'm an alcoholic. Errr.... sorry wrong meeting." It got a laugh all round but I don't think it did my prospects of securing any work much good.

Disco biscuits.

I didn't forget. They are just my preferences. Being stuck in K hole is not much fun. Still, whatever floats your boat.

My Old's Man's a Dustman - Lonnie Donegan

Sex & Drugs & Rock n'roll.

Marijuana, cocaine and Ecstasy.

Hmmmm..... the workhouse in Camberwell was called The Spike which was also mentioned in George Orwell's Down And Out In Paris And London. A different place altogether I think. http://briandeer.com/social/london-homeless.htm

Heroin.

steveo Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > red devil Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > In this age of instant gratification, just hand > > over the Black T to Jah, you know he's going to > > win it hands down... > > Jah would never be seen dead in a Black T... oh... > possibly if dead I suppose. I'm wearing one right now actually. I've quite a few as it happens. Useless information I know, but it may be helpful to someone. Who knows? I was born to lose or in this case win.

I thought you were taking me and Joannie to Nandos. She will be proper pissed off.

British beer is what made these islands great. Nothing else. Just beer. ;-)

red devil Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I said expectations Jah, not 3 wishes ;-) Those are my expectations. If you don't like them I have others. ;-)