Jah Lush

The beer is flowing like piss The piss is flowing down the drain A goodnight kiss comes on the end of a fist The evening ends in a stain On Lordship Lane A man kicks his wife in the kidneys Nobody's feeling any pain Stacked up alongside the others Throwing up beer in the rain On Lordship Lane On Lordship Lane everything ends in tears and pain Misery and shame Lordship Lane Throw a brick at the street light Kick the baby in the head Smash up the cat with a baseball bat Everything winds up dead On Lordship Lane On Lordship Lane everything ends in tears and pain Misery and shame Lordship Lane (With apologies to Wreckless Eric)

Which reminds me....

Hey Good Looking - Hank Williams

Hey Negrita - Rolling Stones

Stupid Girl - Rolling Stones

I Don't Want To Go to Chelsea - Elvis Costello

For those who like to loaf, we salute you.

Anarchy for the ED it's coming sometime maybe. With apologies to Johnny Rotten

Snap. Hope your other half likes the paint job though Anna.

Annasfield Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Who cares - he is bloody gorgeous!!! A handsome little chap maybe but with the emphasis on little. He's about 5ft 1in. A little Welsh munchkin you could happily bounce up and down on your lap Anna.>:D<

bam

Just seen this in the Standard. How very sad. Gazza Sectioned Under The Mental Health Act

This reminds me that I haven't been in the Pyrotechnics for ages and need to pay it a visit soon. A good solid Irish pub with great Guinness and I remember doing the Karoake one night too and yes they do take it seriously. Does anyone remember the Sailor Prince? Long gone I think. Run by a lovely West Indian man called Alvin and his wife back in the late 70s early 80s. Had loads of different real ales on tap and a great jukebox.

I saw them at the Garage when they were starting out back in the 90s where they were completely blown off the stage by the support act, a great little Irish band called The Driven (whatever happened to them?) and thought they were terribly retrogressive to be honest but obviously they've come on a bundle since then doing much the same stuff. Not my cup of tea but each to their own.

Thanks ed_pete, great post and a very thoughtful suggestion but I come from a long line of hedonists and I am already halfway through writing Jah Lush's Book of Decadence but haven't had the time to finish it yet due to a serious case of partying of late. I too would be glad to buy you a drink at the next Forum jolly-up.

I hope the spoilt little fecker gets dysentery.

Never mind all that...Spurs are on tonight and I've got my ticket for the Cup final on Sunday. Yeehah!

atila the gooner Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > For me, award shows like this seem to fly in the > face of what rock/pop music is supposed to be > about i.e. anti establishment, rebellion etc. > which is why I hate them, they're so "Hollywood". You've nailed it for me there Atila. Well said. The whole thing about the Brits is that it's about who sells how many records blah blah blah. It's a music industry backslapping shebang for mediocrity.

That's right Sean and the same to you sir.

Oh no he doesn't so there.

Ah! Sean. A ponytail on any man is unforgiveable indeed. It makes want to get a pair of scissors and snip the unsightly thing off. PS: I got the mag and the Faces article was pretty good but the CD was seriously lacking. Only one or two things on there that I thought were any good but then of course you can't beat the real thing can you.

Loved the post Bara and it brought back quite a few memories for me. I can remember getting things like Ben Sherman shirts in Dales in Peckham and using the market for things like Harrington jackets and Crombie overcoats and reggae records although, I'd normally go to Brixton for that. I remember going to the Saturday morning kids cinema in Grove Vale a few times when I was kid but me and my mate would usually get thrown out for fighting and this from a boy brought up in the "posh" Village. My parents bought a house late in 1959 in Pickwick Road in the heart of the village for ?1,500. We stayed there until I was 18 when my dad's building business went tits up and we couldn't afford to live there anymore and had to move to "Wild" West Norward. But, I was 18 then and by the time I was 20 was renting flats in East Dulwich. East Dulwich was never really rough, sure some of it's pubs would have a few rows in them on a Saturday night but who could say that a few of them don't now. It's certainly been gentrified a bit but some people on here would have it that it was a bit of a dump and it most certainly wasn't.

Rod Stewart's version of Paul McCartney's Mine For Me and also his version of Bob Dylan's Only A Hobo. This was when young Roderick was cooking with gas.

Ha! Sean, One for you old bean. I still have the original 7 inch single of this Adrien Belew/David Bowie tune at home but my word the video looks dated doesn't it.

East Dulwich is cooler than thou.