Jah Lush

Keef Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Roches opposite The Plough. Proper barber shop. A > decent basic cut for a tenner and bung 'em a > couple quid tip. Sorted. > > Absolutely! Although it'll always be Seger's > really! Yeah, I still think of it as Segers. Been going in there since I was a nipper.

Keef old bean... she's had more pricks than a second hand dartboard. Fact.

The Verve. Fuck yeah! Second album was half decent (History is a great track) but still had a load of filler and overbloated shite on it and rest of their output with Dickie Ashcroft's inflatable megolomaniacal ego to fore is just awful.

Plastic Smile - Black Uhuru

HonaloochieB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Bedroom, JL? And no doubt a maidservant to make > the bed for you and iron your lacy collars. > Jah Little Lord Fauntleroy, that was you, that > was. Damn it Hona, you know me so well. Gone and ruined my street cred you have sir. Most people think I'm a yardie from Kingston and it's true I'm a yardie from Kingston Upon-Thames.

Mean Girl - Status Quo

Cold? Call this bloody cold! When I were a lad the bedroom were so cold it had icicles on the windows and you could see your own breath. And as for snow, call that bloody snow! I can remember building igloos let alone bloody snowmen in the street. Pah! Flipping youngsters of today, they're all bloody soft.

She's football crazy She's football mad There's not a footballer Ulrika hasn't had.

You ungrateful bar stewards. I can honestly say that I am very pleased and with all of my presents this year.

CPT on the corner of Crystal Palace Road and Underhill Road.

I concur with REM and for some reason I've got five of their albums. On each of them I perhaps like one or two tracks but really really can't listen to any of their output now and the same goes for U2, pure fucking hatred now and I saw them at ther Marquee Club back in 79/80 when they started and thought they were the nuts. Also, all those miserable bastards:- Radiohead, Coldplay and to a certain extent The Smiths though at least they had a few tunes but I found most of it total miserable lonely student bedsit wank.

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

If you saw Ulrika on Shooting Stars last week you would have really had a shock. All panda eyed make-up and epitomising the look of the old trollop she is.

Roches opposite The Plough. Proper barber shop. A decent basic cut for a tenner and bung 'em a couple quid tip. Sorted.

Seconded what Bob said. And well done again for the good work Gen17.

Bignumber5 I'm not having that. Part of Hemingway's genius was his precise and short and concise sentencing. He could describe brilliantly in one sentence what it would take others 20 paragraphs to describe. Try again.

At least half a dozen of them visit my back garden on a regular basis. We're living in exotic East Dulwich after all and I'm very fond of them.

I went to the Spurs match against Wigan on Friday night and Pavluychenko had probably his best game for us especially after the completely useless and ineffectual Darren Bent went off injured. Thank God for small mercies. The sooner we get rid of him and get Jermaine Defore back the better and I don't care if we have to pay ?20 million for him. We want him back. The Spurs fans continued to chant his name during the game. "Jermaine Defoe, he's a yiddo, Jermaine Defoe, he's a yiddo." It felt very strange going to a football match on a Friday night though. I'm usually down the pub with friends after shitty week in the office getting hammered (no pub intended). Unfortunately it looks like we'll be away to Man Utd in the next round and that will be tough. I'm off up to White Hart Lane again on Tuesday for the first leg of the semi-final of the League Cup against Burnley on Tuesday night in which I hold out a bit more hope for our boys in white but it will still be a tough call over two legs.

Trainspotter.

Just a quick message to say Happy Easter from all of us at the Alzheimers Society and all the best for 1983.

Oh yes James Joyce's Ullysses. Only thing I haven't read of his is Finnigan's Wake. Perhaps Ullysses's flow of consciousness put me off of it. Enjoyed Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man and Dubliners though. Now then...on a similar level, William Burroughs' The Naked Lunch, The Ticket That Exploded, The Soft Machine and The Wild Boys, for some reason I ploughed my way through all of them. All using Brion Gysin's cut up technique. Every now and then you'd get a good few paragrahs that were rather amusing but as a novel way of writing a novel, complete and utter bollocks and bordering on homo-erotic pornography. Enjoyed Junky though but that was without the cut up technique and all the better for it.

Just a quick message to say Happy Easter from all of us at the Alzheimers Society and to wish you all the best for 1983.

Actually, I'm no jazzer (although partial to a jazz cigarette) I rather enjoyed the quartet that were in there the other Sunday. They were bloody good.

Happy New Birthday Year Mike.

January blues? Are you fecking mad? I'm always glad that Christmas is over and we can all get back to normal (whatever that is) and step into a new year with a positive attitude. But, then I guess that's just me being an eternal optimist. Happy New Year everyone.