pikey

:D Follow the sound of the barking. Easy.

:lol: I’ve no idea. I’ll get my heavy metal adviser to run the rule over it and let you know.

Paranoid is the breakthrough second album by British heavy metal band Black Sabbath, released in 1970; it soon topped the British music charts. Widely regarded as one of the pioneering recordings in heavy metal, the album established some of the conventions of the genre. The album was originally titled War Pigs but the record company changed it to…[Read more]

It must be a dog training school. I had a collie called Buffy. Very obedient, she was. Well done, Slayer. :D

Coventry’s 70s brown away strip:

:D Still the original and still the best, since 2003.

@Beeker wrote:

is to turn it up a notch this year :wink: 8)

smoking more

drinking more

partying more

eating more

general hellraising more 8)

Nice plan.

If repression has indeed been the fundamental link between power, knowledge, and sexuality since the classical age, it stands to reason that we will not be able to free ourselves from it except at a considerable cost.

Michel Foucault

Tosh. Tosh, I say. Keegan’s era proved that Newcastle have the potential to be as big as any club in Britain. There were as many mags shirts being worn around the country then as there are Chelsea shirts now. The right man could do well there.

Life is a great suprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Vladimir Nabokov

:D Nice tits.

I think it’s very good. There’s some good, strong imagery there. On the constructive criticism side, I’d pay more attention to tempo and form. I noticed you lost your initial rhyming couplet in the second verse (go and more). I’d say in this poem you either need to sustain it throughout or forget about it entirely and concentrate on language.…[Read more]

When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

Marquis de LaGrange

Any right minded Englishman knows a lot about tea. It’s tradition.

:lol: Stick around, Robyn. I’m full of shi… I mean I’m a fount of useless knowledge.

Yer. Smokey like fifty grams of Old Holburn. The queerest tea I’ve ever had, yet strangely refreshing. :lol:

Do you know what I mean about the Lapsang, Owen?

Emmalush, I’ve been thinking about your idea that a player’s longevity in the chanting stakes is an indication of overall prowess. In that case, Derby County fans still sing a song, very regularly, named Steve Bloomer’s Watching. Steve Bloomer played for the mighty, mighty Rams at the end of the nineteenth and beginning of the twentieth century. I…[Read more]

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.

Epictetus

:D I’ve decided to skin some up. Purely for experimental purposes, you all understand. I see a whole new thread developing: Pikey Smokes the Teas of the World…