Jah Lush

Looking through my old singles last night I discovered that some thieving swine has pinched my copy of this and I was dying to play it so here it is for your enjoyment too. Sparks - Number One Song In Heaven

Don't Believe A Word - Thin Lizzy

I Can't Stand Up For Falling Down - Elvis Costello

Good grief! What will you do? What's happening to the place? They even have a wine list now.

Grolsh top actually.

Uptown Top Ranking - Althea & Donna

Town Called Malice - The Jam

Oh! Well done Asset. I knew you'd pass with flying colours. Many congratulations to you. Hmm...I seem to hear the sound of champagne corks popping. Where's my glass?

I don't have kids but it's not something I'd ever rule out. I just haven't met the right person to have them with.

Dirty Old Town - Rod Stewart

Good Times - Chic.

Sky

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Pretenders

Why thank you Annasfield. I've only been back five minutes and already I've booked a week off.

Good Times Bad Times - The Rolling Stones

Anna. You...an identity thief? Surely not?

bras

boots

Put that tongue back in your mouth young lady.

Kel, You can't make a purse out of a sow's ear.

A man was sprawled across three entire seats in a theater. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir," the usher said, "if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager." Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly. "All right, buddy. What's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" the cop asked. "The balcony."

Had Me A Real Good Time - The Faces

Actually Keef, I don't have a wallet and have never carried one. Wallets are for tight-fisted buggers. Perhaps that's why I am perenially skint.

Indeed! My pockets have never been so light. I'm flat broke. The one thing that helped alleviate the constant pain was drink and drugs and they cost money I can tell you that. Still, I wouldn't want to advocate drink, drugs and insanity but they've always worked for me.