Jah Lush

Ahem, Quids it was this not Janie Jones. It was Clash City Rockers which opened the first Clash album.

Never Mind The Bollocks Here's The Sex Pistols

I do get it Quids it's just that I live alone. As a child we always had a sunday roast at home with all the family gathered around the table. It's a fine tradition. A family that eats together stays together.

Ireland's tactics against Germany will involve Roy Keane's death stare. http://waterfordwhispersnews.com/2014/10/13/irelands-tactics-against-germany-will-involve-roy-keane-death-stare-confirms-oneill/

Ha! Given your other half is Irish... that has rather tickled me. Guaranteed not to have a chip on her shoulder then.

El Pibe Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- And given I married an irish potnonomicaphobia sufferer. WTF is that? Is it the fear of doing the washing up?

Fair enough. Golf is a game played by men with small balls.

I couldn't agree with you more, AM. I'm as puzzled as you are about other people's obsession with all that shit.

Indeed. I hope I've got some left by then.

Sunday roasts are a rarity for me. I really do think they are highly overrated. Last weekend though I was treated to one in the Queen's Head in Hawkhurst washed down with a blooming lovely bottle of Argentinian Malbec. And very pleasant it was too. http://whatpub.com/pubs/MAI/77/queen-s-inn-hawkhurst This evening I made Spaghetti Bolognese at home, this time accompanied with a couple of bottles Cabernet Sauvignon. Some of which made it into the sauce. Next week I may not be so lucky coz I'm skint.

And even worse when you reset your password you still can't get into their website. I've had this problem with BT and my energy supplier. They are both crap.

Indeed. Great result.

Ha! Jeremy, 1985 was possibly the one and only time I ate at an Aberdeen Steak House. Probably the one on Tottenham Court Road too. I make better steaks at home. Probably why I've never been back. I pass it often and I'm genuinely puzzled how the hell it's still there. As for Time Out's flowery language - since when has East Dulwich been a village? The village is a village, East Dulwich is just another part of the hamlet that is Dulwich. Mind you, so's Dulwich Village.

Red Snapper - A fishy story by Roy Keane.

http://i1369.photobucket.com/albums/ag237/jahlushhead/Penge_zps74a3eac1.jpg

Really? Good grief! Maybe they should have called it Roy Keane Ha Ha Ha. The story of a boy who sees everything but understands less and less.

I totally agree with what LondonMix said. Why the sneering? The design may not be to your tastes but your tastes don't matter. It's not your house. It's theirs and they worked their socks off to achieve what they wanted. Good luck to them.

I was in Chichester last weekend. On Sunday afternoon I had a bit of a stroll through the town and noticed a UKIP stall. The old girl behind it was wearing an oversized yellow T-shirt that bore the slogan "We want our country back." I thought... from who or what? Back to the 50s? I didn't like to ask.

Sorry Maureen.

Yeah, must have been a bit like watching Celtic playing Alloa or Cowdenbeath or Hamilton Academicals. Oh, hang on, wait a minute. Maybe not.

Mike Ashley is a lady boy? Who knew?

Fuck off.

The short-lived song game thread. As if there aren't enough stupid lame brained threads of similar ilk (including this one) for the brain dead of this forum.

I can't say I'm surprised.