Jah Lush

There are in fact two of them and they've started breeding. Giant Rabbits Mating In Local Cafe

Really? I've never been to the Crown. I've been to the Dog though. I'm struggling here.

Close To The Edge - Yes

Sorry Joey2 but I'm terrible with names but I never forget a face. Introduce yourself to me again next time I'm in there and I'll probably forget who you are again the next time we meet. It's nothing personal. I think you'll find it's called alcoholic amnesia. The Drum seems to have that affect on me. Good luck with the records.

I've been in the Magnolia since its's reopened and all I can say is that it has been seriously feminised. Whether that is a good or bad thing only time will tell.

One can only live in hope. Anyway, Newcastle v Tottenham tonight. Should be good for laugh. Depends who you support though.

Wake Up And Make Love With Me - Ian Dury & The Blockheads.

I think this has become the thread that dare not speak it's name?

Little Queenie - Chuck Berry

*Sticks fingers in ears...la la la la la.* Runs for the hills.

Real Cool Time - Iggy & The Stooges

A man walks into a bar, late one night completely knackered and dripping with sweat and orders 5 whiskies. "What's wrong with you?" The barman says. "In my car I've got a nymphomaniac - you couldn't satisfy her if you were there 'til Christmas," he replies. "We'll see about that," says the barman and goes out to the car park. He has been in the car with the woman for a while when there is a knock on the window and a policeman shines his torch in. The barman jumps up and winds down the window to talk to the policeman. "It's all right officer, I'm just shagging the wife," he says. "Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't know it was your wife" replies the cop. The barman replies -"Neither did I 'til you shone your torch!"

I remember writing a little something on here last year about Peter Scudamore during the Tevez - West Ham/Sheffield Utd affair and today I've taken this article from today's Daily Mirror as I think it's worth reprinting here and pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole sorry affair and him in particular. Opinion: Premier League chief Richard Scudamore must resign over Carlos Tevez farce By Oliver Holt 24/09/2008 So Sheffield United will get some money as a belated apology for the injustice that was visited upon them. And West Ham, who have already been fined once for the sins of a previous regime, will be fined again. But the real culprit, the man who presided over this shameful episode in English football history, will get away scot free. Premier League chief executive Richard Scudamore was swanning around Valhalla at the weekend like a man without a care in the world. But if he had any dignity, he would resign today over the decision no fan independent tribunal to rule against West Ham in the Carlos Tevez affair and order them to pay compensation to the Blades. The decision is an indictment of everything Scudamore has let the Premier League become. It's a damning comment on the way the league under his stewardship has slid rapidly into something approaching anarchy, a crazed free-for-all where money does all the talking. It's a blessed condemnation of Scudamore's gut - wrenching subservience to men like former Manchester City owner Thaks in Shinawatra, who have dragged the reputation of English football into the gutter. Shinawatra is a fugitive from the law now but Scudamore ignored all the warnings about him when he first took over at Eastlands and buddied up to him as best he could. The Premier League boss might be a bright negotiator but he has also revealed himself as spectacularly gullible. His organisation misjudged the West Ham situation by trusting them over the registration of Tevez when they should have been all over the case like forensic scientists. Scudamore misjudged Shinawatra, too, aggressively defending him when there were plenty of people pointing out that his human rights record in Thailand left a lot to be desired. He misjudged public reaction to his desperation to wring even more money out of English football with plans to prostitute it around the world for a farcical 39th game that would have destroyed the integrity of the Premier League. And he misjudged the mood of a nation that is growing increasingly concerned at the way he is presiding over the colonisation of our football by the world's super rich. This isn't the first time I've called for Scudamore to resign and, if his recent track record of colossal mismanagement is anything to go by, it probably won't be the last. But Scudamore doesn't do accountability. Not unless it's to one of the billionaire Premier League owners who wave their wads in his face and watch him scurry to do their bidding. Still, it's worth remembering for a moment just hows cathing, patronising and downright bloody arrogant he was when he ridiculed Sheffield United's chances of winning some sort of redress after their relegation from the Premier League in May 2007. Looking back on it now, Scudamore's attitude to the club's protests and his scorn for their plight was the first sign that he was allowing the top tier of English football to become a free-for-all. It was the moment when a league that many admired for the progress it had made morphed into the Greed is Good League, where money talks, might is right and the little clubs go to the wall. It was the moment when Scudamore lost his golden touch, when eagerness to serve his masters' greed blurred his vision of right and wrong in football. Yesterday's tribunal decision should have been all the confirmation needed that Scudamore has become a liability and an embarrassment. But the Premier League has no shame any more and Scudamore has got fresh billionaire flesh to press and new millions to make. Scudamore has become a liability and an embarrassment. But the Premier League has no shame any more.

David Essex!!!! Ye Gods! I was in there the other night too with the lovely Tillie Trotter. I must have missed that bit and thank the Lord for that. I would have run screaming from the building with my hands over my ears. Joey2, just pop into the Dream Machine and tell them you've got some albums you'd like to get rid of and I'm sure they'll be able to tell you what you can do with them if they can't get rid of them themselves.

Snitch.

A blonde phones the fire brigade and says her house is on fire. The fireman asks 'how do we get there?' 'HELLOO!' she replies, 'In the f*cking big red truck!'

It's A Fine Day - Opus III

I'm enjoying Kate Atkinson's Emotionally Weird, which is another book I got from the last book swap. Quite funny and very well written.

Definitely maybe.

We Can Work It Out - The Beatles

I would seriously doubt that they have managed to get their wives to enjoy themselves in years. No, make that decades.

It's so vile and pathetic GG I usually have to leave the room for fear of throwing up.

I needed to get a P13 this morning as I had a parcel to pick up at the Silvester Road post office and because it decided to turn up four minutes early I bloody well missed the damned thing by 30 seconds and had to walk the length of Underhill. Bah!

What really irritates the hell out of me is I have two men in my office who insist on speaking to their wives on the phone as if they are little babies. Pathetic henpecked eunuchs!

Cheers Keef. Really looking forward to Series Five. Hope you're enjoying the Spaced boxset.