Jah Lush

Blimey! That's a result. I can't see any problems with that little lot. A very good draw.

rcmacf Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > And how does one EDF-er spot another F-er? Goofy > teeth and glasses? Hunched shoulders? Quiet > sobbing into a drink? The downstairs bar is reserved for tonight's jolly-up so you can't miss.

Now I'm Here - Queen

Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I would share my recipe but the last time I did so > a certain gentleman who shall remain nameless > stole it and went on to win the cake competition > at Ilfracombe Carnival with my Bakewell tart > recipe! Cheeky bugger! Wonderful. You are the new Vivian Stanshall.

Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Sounds great, but I was alluding to one of my > favourite books, by Michael Frayn. Are we on the > same wavelength here? Obviously that one flew over my head. Just looked the book up and it would seem it's right up my Fleet Street and so shall be investing in a copy as soon as.

Yes, dreadful aprostrophe placement Quids. Consider yourself ticked off. Apology accepted.

Oh! If you insist Ted. Towards the end of the morning and waiting impatiently for the pubs to open one would reach for the sanctuary of a bottle of Ding Dong to satiate one's thirst before heading off to The Stab In The Back for a pint or seven at lunchtime. It's a wonder really how we ever got any work done.

Johnny Too Bad - The Slickers

My dear chap when I first started working in what was then termed "Fleet Street" many moons ago (probably before you were born, you young skallywag) if you didn't have a bottle of whisky on your desk by 11.30am you were considered a bit of a girlie. Take a tip from an old lush and secrete a bottle of what you fancy in your draw for moments like these and top up your coffee with a shot or two. That'll ease the boredom of a quite Friday that drags and set you up for a Friday evening's carousing when it's time to leave. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse.

My the days of the liquid lunch at work are now a distant memory but for about 12 years it would usually be four pints and a couple of whisky chasers.

I've Been Drinking Again - The Jeff Beck Group

Hmmm... that's as maybe but it was the West 0 Man Utd 0 that raised my eyebrows. Should a few in that one.

The Times They Are A Changing - Bob Dylan

The Wind Cries Mary - Jimi Hendrix

Stone - The Faces.

Mind Of A Toy - Visage.

Mind Games - John Lennon

Arsenal 2 Stoke 0 Aston Villa 2 Hull 0 Blackburn 1 Liverpool 3 Man City 1 Chelsea 2 Portsmouth 2 Burnley 1 West Ham 0 Man Utd 3 Wigan 0 Birmingham 0 Wolverhampton 1 Bolton 1 Everton 1 Tottenham 2 Fulham 2 Sunderland 2

Friday On My Mind - David Bowie.

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Now starring as Captain Von Trapp and like > yourself Mr. Lush something of a silver fox. That's very kind of you Moos. But looking at his picture there he does resemble Christopher Lee when he starred in the Hammer horrors playing Count Dracula. I'm also glad to see that he has more grey hair than I do. Hoorah!

The Cross - Prince.

LegalEagle-ish Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > RosieH Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Michael Praed should have been mine. Oh he > should. > > But I was illegal and he now narrates Mills & > > Boon audiobooks. > > > Omg, I'm traumatised now. I used to drool over Mr > Praed I hate to shatter any illusions but "when I was younger so much younger than today" I had a girlfriend who said she was first attracted to me because she felt I looked like Michael Praed. Of course I've turned into Count Dracula now and it's more than likely that poor Michael has gone the same way.

Because if you were so proud of them what would be the point in you deleting them. As you've just said:- "you stand by every word." Obviously you haven't. Not so fragrant after all are we.

Die Young Stay Pretty - Blondie.

dulwichmum Wrote: > Get yourself a pair of high heels and pop over to > Canary Wharf on a weekday evening, and for God's > sake, dont be seen drinking from a pint glass > (tut, tut). No taste. Canary Wharf is a soulless shithole.