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@abitofmary_j wrote:
@*GG* wrote:
@abitofmary_j wrote:
aint heard of creamola, but when i wiZ a Bairn we had Creamola Foam, u put water in it and it fiZZ’d up and tickled ur nose
Yeah I also remember that ‘stuff’ as a kid Mary (loved it) – isn’t that what they mean? if not then I haven’t the foggiest either. :wink:
no think there on aboot gloop lol…. GG if my memory serves me it was a scottish thing creamola foam,, especially glesga… made by nessles that spelt rite and they stop’d makin it in 98…
We’re on about two separate but equally delicious products, now apparently defunct;1) Creamola pudding, a kinda cross between semolina and custard, and 2) Creamola Foam, the powder that fizzed up into a drink with the addition of water. I used to eat it with a teaspoon until I was very foamy and exceedingly sick :oops:
@toybulldog wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
TODD RUNDGREN
wot kinda shyte is this ?
Excuse me? From the man who considers reggae as an art form? Go forth and multiply!!
BLUE OYSTER CULT – AFTER DARK (crud ranma vid but fab song)
What’s that in the corner?
It’s too dark to see.
What’s that noise I’m hearing?
Who’s that calling me?
Long ago and far away I heard your voice
Once I heard you sing your song I had no choice
Terror took control and told me what to say
And let me loose, I fear I’ve finally found a way
After dark, I see you
After dark, I feel you
After dark, I want you
After dark, I need you
Of age there is no question
Death’s shadow is undone
We only need each other
And shelter from the sun
Long ago and far away I heard your voice
Once I heard you sing your song I had no choice
Terror took control and told me what to say
And let me loose, I fear I’ve finally found a way
After dark, I need you
After dark, I want you
After dark, I feel you
After dark, I see you
There’s no turning back now
My fate is traced in blood
I’ve tasted true salvation
Your power is my drug
Long ago and far away I heard your voice
Once I heard you sing your song I had no choice
Terror took control and told me what to say
And let me loose, I fear I’ve finally found a way
After dark, I need you
After dark, I want you
After dark, I feel you
After dark, I see you
After dark, I touch you
After dark, I doooooo
Blue Oyster Cult – The Siege and Investiture of Baron von Frankenstein’s Castle at Weisseria
On the terminal point
Of the cul-de-sac
Patients are dying
The horses are dazed
From the glare of stars
The starry wisdom
Owned by the Baron
And he’s got the cure
A drug by the name of World without end
A drug by the name of World without end
A drug by the name of World without end
Come and take this Carpe Diem!
World without end Carpe Diem!
You’ll be inventor Carpe Diem!
Invention, letter, earth, wind Carpe Diem!
Rhymed like the real Carpe Diem!
And real as the rhyme Carpe Diem!
Imagine this Baron Carpe Diem!
Inventor of rhymes Carpe Diem!
Imagine he was me and I was called Frankenstein
Imagine he was me and I was called Frankenstein
Imagine he was me and I was called Frankenstein
Carpe Diem!
Carpe Diem!
Carpe Diem!
Carpe Diem!
He was me and I was called Frankenstein
He was me and I was called Frankenstein
He was me and I was called Frankenstein
Frankenstein
World without end
Frankenstein
World without end
Frankenstein
World without end…World without end…World without end
World without end…World without end…World without end
World without end…World without end…World without end
World without end…World without end…World without end
Regardless of whether this is appropriate in context of the thread matter, or even whether it’s a repeat, I simply must play it, if for no other reason than to drool over the lanky guitarist with the ‘tache and to bring back some fabulous memories…
@pats wrote:
@rainbowbrite wrote:
@sir Actor wrote:
@rainbowbrite wrote:
@sir Actor wrote:
@rainbowbrite wrote:
I’ve applied to go on BBLB in two weeks time! Yays! :D
wtf is that? :?
Something crusty old buggers wouldn’t know about!
:roll:
so what is it?:lol:
It’s Big Brother’s Little Brother. Basically where the rejects go so you can heckle them.
oh to be in groping distance of george lamb……….sighs. =P~
Will my ickle wee Georgina lamb not do for the purpose?
@pikey wrote:
What a gloomy racket that Boston tune is.
This thread worries me. I’ve noticed a tendency in what we might call the Celtic nations to sometimes wallow in their own marketing. People often say that it is a failing of the English that they lack one of these myth narrative identities but I think the unwillingness to sign up for one is a strength and a credit to the nation.
My instict is that David Hume has at least as much to offer my sense of Scottishness as Ossian and, even though my family comes from the Highlands, I’m beginning to resent its Walter Scott hijack.
I would have thought that somewhere between the epic myth spinning of James Macpherson and the scepticism of Hume, we have something of a truth, although Hume himself would have argued that it is/was a shifting one.
Anyone coming to the Highlands in search of Fergus and Flora Mac-Ivor is either a fool or an American tourist, the two being not mutually exclusive. :roll:If god sees fit to criticise my Mcgregor tartan golfing trews and matching jauntily-perched tam o’ shanter, then I see no reason to desist from pointing out that a full head of glossy chestnut hair looks naff if an omnipotent one forgets to also dip his beard and whiskers into the’ Just For Men And Members Of The Holy Trinity.’
