Jah Lush

FFS isn't plagarism the highest form of flattery. See what I did there.

In a word. No.

The Spider And The Fly - The Rolling Stones.

Actually she was just getting ready to go to the cinema to see Cheech & Chong's Up In Smoke.

Atila Reincarnate Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Jah Lush Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Touche. > > Fair enough, so all the crap that Sol gets is not > the product of "nutters and idiots" but cleary the > spoutings of intelligent, articulate and well > read erudite chaps. The fact that he gets a bit of > racist shite as well means they must challenge > Einstein on the brain power front. As for the > jowly one, he himself has not been averse to argy > bargy on the touchline over the years. Pot and > Kettle. Should keep his attention on his own > backyard. FFS I'm not condoning it. I think it was disgusting that he had to put up with THAT song. But lots of fans like to taunt ex-players. Adeboyer brought it in himself and I think he's very lucky not to have got a longer ban considering the kick in the face he gave to Van Persie.

They were being forced to smoke 30 cigarettes a day in aid of research. The nearest one on the left is having a brief respite.

bigbadwolf Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Everyone knows that if you ask someone who their > favourite character/strip and they say Fat Slags, > then it's pretty obvious that they've never read > the almighty Viz. Complete and utter bollocks of course. I just haven't read it for about ten years.

These beagles are dying for a fag.

Sing This All Together - The Rolling Stones.

Fat Slags.

In My Own Time - Family.

Touche.

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Kenyan refugees, I write award-winning operas, and manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I had trials with Manchester United Football Club and am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my garden. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics Worldwide swoon over my original line of Corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have appeared on ?Through the Keyhole? and won the Nobel Peace prize. Last summer I toured Eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. I run the 100m in 9.65 seconds. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on holiday in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four-course meals using only some vegetables and a Breville toaster. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in Madrid, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis but I have never been to Bluewater.

What channel?

Yesterday's coming back tomorrow.

Foggy Notion - Velvet Underground.

Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple.

Horses for courses. I was there between '69 and '74. It was a culture shock for me too after being brought up in leafy Dulwich Village. Got mugged on my first day. There were nearly 2,000 kids there when I was there, skinheads and rude boys and nearly all of us wanted to kill each other. It taught me to be street wise. I walked out in the end and told them to stick it up their arse. Never went back. It wasn't all bad though. Was Mr George an English teacher? If so, I remember him. He was great. I made a point of going to his lessons because he made things interesting. I'd started to write poetry/lyrics and he would greatly encourage me. Lovely man.

A Day In The Life - The Beatles.

Or mirth Tony. Spelt mirf in the first post on here.

Ha ha! Very good DM.

bigbadwolf Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Nothing to do with me. You do have previous and the writing style isn't so different and that's why some of us think it's you. Still, whatever amuses you your welcome to carry on.

2-4-6-8 Motorway - Tom Robinson Band.

I wish the Spurs game had ended after 1m 35 secs when Defoe scored with that blinding overhead kick. Man Utd virtually took over after that and deserved their win. Spurs missed the creative spark that is Luka Modric. Still, Chelsea next week. Should be easy.

Santerme Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Did you go to the now sadly missing Tulse Hill > School? I went there and there's nothing sad to miss about it.