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:lol: Please, Ruby. You’ll collapse my carefully cultivated complex character’s credibility.

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:lol: I shouldn’t worry, Mr Belfast. People can blow it up themselves, if they are after a forensic style examination. So to speak.

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:D It looks like St Lucia. I remember one particular night there involving a bottle of rum, a dusky wench named Imaculada and a banana shaped ash-tray that still makes me smile.

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:D It is indeed, Mr Belfast. Your turn.

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:D ‘Fraid not, old sport.

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That’s the fellow, Ruby.

Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon
And dig your grave.

Well, it’s a heartless challenge
To pick your path and then you pray

You wake up in the morning
You see your sunrise, loves, go down
Lousy lovers, they pick their prey
But they never cry out loud
(No they don’t cry out, cry out)

Well did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now?
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?

Rock on, ancient woman
Follow those who pale
In your shadow

They say rulers, they make bad lovers
You’d better put your kingdom up for sale
(Well, you better sell it, sell it)

Well did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now?
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?

Fleetwood Mac ~ Gold Dust Woman

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I heard that what happened was that Troy Tempest was over the limit after a night out with Marina and that the Ozzie cops are after him for it. :D

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There’s a place where you can go
Music’s hot and lights are low
But there’s something you should know
Before the night is through

‘neath a buzzing neon sign
Dressed in style so cool and refined
Stands a man from some other time
Who’s calling out to you

There in the night that has heard a thousand voices
Whispered a thousand names
Sang out a thousand love songs
He lives his Hollywood nocturne

There’s a place he’d like to go
Where it’s cool and lights are low
But the shadows wont let go
They dance and call his name

As he roams the streets at night
Haunted by this devil sight
There’s a man in dark red light
Who’s calling out to you

There in the night that has heard a thousand voices
Whispered a thousand names
Sang out a thousand love songs
He lives his Hollywood nocturne

His Hollywood nocturne
His Hollywood nocturne

The Brian Setzer Orchestra ~ Hollywood Nocturne

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It’s also very Tolkienesque. Dwarves dwindle and dwell.

:-s Anyroadup, that’s my contribution. Cheerio.

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