Jah Lush

Dear Prudence - The Beatles

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

Something In The Air - Thunderclap Newman

Something Better Change - The Stranglers

Masters Of War - Bob Dylan

CAROLE VORDERMAN IN LINE TO BECOME NEXT POPE So, the final countdown has started The thinking man's Carol Smilie, Carol Vorderman has shocked her many loyal fans by revealing her intention to be the next Pope. Pontificating upon her desire to be the next Pontif, the brainbox behind Countdown, and those slightly sinister adverts where she invites all and sundry to consolidate their debts said: "For a while now, I have needed a new challenge. Laughing at the jokes of Des Lynam, Des O'Connor, and Des from Neighbours (the bloke who looked like a long lost member of Showadywaddy,) is all very well, but it means that I don't have that much time to give back to society, and I feel that a slightly less stressful job is what I really need."

All The Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople

Jimbob Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > about 20 years ago i was in a new york jazz club, > i went to the loo and frank sinatra was there > before me having a slash. after a few star struck > moments i asked him as a favour, if when he left > the loo he would approach my table and act all > surprised and shocked, saying something along the > lines of "jim i havn,t seen you for years etc" and > greet me like a long lost buddy, he actually > agreed to do it. so a few minutes later i was > sitting with my mate when suddenly frankie comes > over right on cue and begins the act. my mates > were flabbergasted espicially when i turned to > frank and told him to @#$%& off as i was with > company. Jimbob, is a good story but one I've heard many times before.

The Killing Floor - Howling Wolf

I went to see the MC5 a couple of years back at the Royal Festival Hall and went to the aftershow party. Pearl Lowe and her husband Danny (Supergrass) come over to me and think I'm in the band, which is a bit of a bloody cheek because they rather more older than I am. "Oh hiya, we really enjoyed the show," she says. "Err, actually I'm ligging just like you darling, but thanks anyway." Realising I wasn't in the band or someone famous they discreetly did an about turn and started chatting to someone else, probably famous or probably not. Bloody shallow, superficial bastards!

Hey Negrita - Rolling Stones

Opening gambit from Malcolm McDowell in Gangster Number One (at least I think that's what it's called) "What you take me for...a c**t!

Stupid Girl - Rolling Stones

I worked in the shop on Friday afternoon and rather enjoyed myself between 12.30 and 5. Well, it kept me out of the pub for a bit so I saved a bit of money there. Spent most of the afternoon playing CDs and standing outside getting the rays, managed to sell a few CDs while I was at it so on the whole time well spent.

Me too on Melford Road, not a drop after a had an early afternoon bath but I was woken this morning around 7.30am with the sound of the tanks filling up again. Hoorah!

Yup, The Right Honourable Sir Keef of this Parish is 30 today. Happy birthday big boy. See you down the pub.

If You Think You're Lonely Now - Bobby Womack

A point I'd like to make here is that quite a few of these people aren't homeless at all. They're just professional beggars. I was chatting to one of them the other night outside the Stab & Crime, I'm sure you've seen him on Friday and Saturday nights scrounging for money on Lordship Lane by the EDT, Black Cherry and the Bishop. He's a black guy with a bit of a beard in his late 40s early 50s. I usually give him a couple of quid now and then as he's always very polite and bearing a smile as wide as Goose Green Roundabout but it turns out he lives on the Dog Kennel Hill Estate. Obviously, he's out of work but has turned to begging to help make ends meet.

And another gem from HonaloochieB from the Old Fogies thread today. This guy is seriously funny and has me laughing out loud on a regular basis.. It's refreshing to hear a lady adopting a modest mien these days (if mien is the word I'm looking for). There are far too many 'fast pieces' parading around in outfits that would be considered racey in the marital bed, let alone in the 'less than ten items' queue in Sainburys. I sometimes find myself surrounded by midriffs, cleavage (upper and lower), and thighs. I know it's not fashionable to use the phrase 'brazen hussy' mowadays, but these women are brazen hussies. It's makes it hard to be gentleman these days.

Hold On I'm Coming - Sam & Dave

ed_pete Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Is this not more of a lounge topic ? No Pete, for heaven's sake pay attention. MM wants to have a picnic, at the very least he'd have to go as far as the garden. You can't have a picnic in a living room. Another fine riposte from HonaloochieB, whose well tuned sense of humour always makes me smile.

Some Kinda Love - Velvet Underground

Err...yeah sorry about that. Just couldn't help myself. Maybe I was a little influenced by the fine Italian meal and over indulgence of wine I had at Si Mangia last night. Either that or I've got a bit of sunstroke. Lovely day out...must get away from this damned computer and lay in the garden for a bit.

Justify My Love - Madonna

I think this thread is pasta it's sell by date.