Brendan

Yeah, shlong cheers, one and all!

Marmora Man Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'm in the bottom right hand corner - but not the > extreme bottom right. By the website?s reasoning then MM http://www.politicalcompass.org/extremeright you really should be supporting the Lib Dems and not the Conservatives who are ideologically pretty similar to New Labour but just a bit more fascist. I?m down in the far left corner.

I thought your philosophy was more, Postal Psychopathy?

http://www.eastdulwichforum.co.uk/forum/read.php?6,225520

I think the correct term would be psychopath or psychopathic. Sociopath has slightly different connotations.

Ok. How does one pronounce, Rorsach with a mouth full of peanuts?

Oh well. I very nearly said it was Public Image but then second guessed myself incorrectly and just went with John Lydon. Know everything me. :-S

How does one pronounce, Rorshach?

Yes I realised my cultural faux pas and to make amends quickly found the closest pub, drank 6 pints of Stella, returned to the kebabery and slurred something offensive at the kebaber who then happily presented me with a sauced up, badly packed kebab.

Walked into a kebabery on Lordship Lane a while back, sober as a judge at 11am on a weekday and ordered a lamb donner. Instead of, ?Chilli-sauce-salad?? the kebaberist just looked at me and said, ?Really??

Dunno? They will grow back won't they?

Suppose it will be my usual then, aisle seat at the picture house with a bottle of lager.

You really do live in a reality fabricated out of your own prejudices Louisa.

Paul David Hewson is an anagram for: A valid spew hound

I think I?m going to go this Saturday. Was the whole IMAX thing worth it or will Greenwich Picturehouse do?

I think it is perfectly normal too. Especially in a big city like London where a large portion of the young single people are from out of town so don?t already have a well developed social base and people in general are guarded and standoffish. ?tinterweb can play an important role in breaking the ice I think. We use the internet for everything else anyway.

Is the title to this thread not, ?In this thread, were are hating bono?? Even with the bad spelling it quite clearly does not say: ?In this thread we are having a level headed discussion about the relative benefits of U2?s discography.? or, ?In this thread we are developing an objective character expos? of Paul David Hewson and his stage persona Bono.? I am reporting you all to the Administrator and requesting that you are sentenced to a 3 week ban from SE22 or a packet of laxatives.

Yeah. Thankfully 80s cheese causes less confusion than 90s rock. Your go.

See what I mean. Keef was so over the hill after turning 30 he had to make a replacement.

Set them free at the break of dawn 'Til one by one they were gone Back at base, bugs in the software Flash the message, something's out there

John Lydon - rabbit song

?Act your age.? That?s what my mum says to me on a regular basis. She also says, ?Cut your hair? and ?Aren?t you too old to still skateboard?? I?m a happy, qualified professional with a career, nice house and beautiful wife. But apparently that?s no excuse. Oh and TP. I turned 30 just over a year ago. You should be scared. It's well old!

Apart from the fact that there is enough suspicion to brand him a paedophile and people shouldn?t be listening to his music let alone supporting him by forking out money to do so he is also just a fucking pop singer prancing about singing someone else?s songs. Comparing him to the Rolling Stones is like comparing a professionally prepared meal (not the world?s best or most original mind as the stones aren?t that good) to a bowl of badly set Angel Delight.

It was originally written by The Strangeloves in 1702 or something. But it has been covered by all and sundry since. Your go.

With a belch of diesel smoke the bus trundles down the West Road away from the squat concrete office block, past the stores where the white vans come and go, around the roundabout on the Jubilee estate and off toward the green and grey of the English countryside.