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@*Dawny* wrote:
@~*Lucky*~ wrote:
lol his ikkle ears will be burning.
((((( Ant )))) lol
We lubs ya really Ant :D
can i say i am now bored witless with this thread.. it is becomming another ” ooh us old REGS ” If the old “regs” were so brilliant why have they gone ? as similar to sharon gooner says,, nothing more patronising than a room full of memories , excluding the relative newbies.
sorry but zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
oh i know Esme.. I live in earlier times in my head. and folks MAY laugh at what is a fairly simple approach. but i think WE are the sensible ones. Im glad i was a baby boomer and a bairn of the 60’s .. ironically i could buy and sell most of my peers on here. as well fine YOU could.
Anthony Wedgewood Benn was that man that SHOULD have been. hey ho..
@*Dawny* wrote:
@pete wrote:
I’ll have a word with him Dawny dont you worry :lol:
Dont you fooking dare!!! Its taken nearly 5 years to get him this far!!!!
;)
@toybulldog wrote:
@aaron_ade wrote:
hi all just a quickie to say thanks for listening and for phoning in and joining in with debates etc,
with regards to music i do try and play everything im asked for sometimes i cant for whatever reason but i do try!!
thanks again for listening im glad you enjoy the show
Aaron x
Request please Aaron, dedicate to rubyred
(happy birthday hun x)Anarchy In The Uk
pistolsmust be the 1976 EMI single
So did this quiz self-implode or what ? or is pats’ mighty cry of victory now yet another deleted thread ?
who won ? and what’s the score ?
doh !
/gives a menacing stare from one auld punk to another :)
a dedication to TB,, shot by both sides ( magazine) ;)
@minim wrote:
Actually DOA I don’t think they could stop the rot, it had gone too far. Also, at that time wasn’t Tony Blair trying to cover his proverbial behind? He wasn’t going to go out with that kind of thing blackening his “blameless” (ho ho) political career, now was he.
and thats why i kinda feel a wee bit sorry for gordon Brown.. he has picked up a tab of a man who could not run a piss up in a brewery,, When Tory Blair was elected we realised there would be a few years hardship after the years of Thatcher and her Uber Alles.
John Smith would have been the better man, but he died. and that little Fettes Educated cretin got in. I dont envy Gordon Brown, as i do think the Tories WILL get in.. ffs ! and there we go on an ever moving cycle… I still think the Labour party have did better than all the years of Croneyism and men in Grey suits.
bring back OLD labour ffs..
/militant. Dundee.
@toybulldog wrote:
brilliant rubes, hits ya in the heart like a diamond bullet hun
och TB i was only being honest and off the cuff..just the way i am :) i know my limits and what makes me happy.. im SUCH a cheap date :)
NOSTALGIA.
She never looked back, not once.as all around her wayward sisters were being reduced to latter day Pillars of Salt. She heeded the words that told her to look to the brighter future. A clean slate. An almost self procured lobotomisation, a removal of a thousand clanking Skeletons from her internal Cerebral closet. The firm,blank refusal of determination, that life IS on the up and up and She would look into the Sun.
The sun made her blink rapidly, and caused Watery eyes, that did zilch for the new Rimmel Mascara ! She attempted the sunnier climes till she was bitten and mauled by several thousand angry mosquitos. They replaced the skeletons. She tried to measure out her life on paving stones,never stood on the cracks Into the sun.always forwards..Like limp washing on a fine day,she made sure her sheets faced North. Ignoring the pitying looks of the well meaning folks,She remained herself, and Solitary.As in Her solitude she managed to look forward. She could pretend to herself,in fact convince herself, that she needed to be alone in her task, Her own personal weight upon shoulders. Atlas’s of the world unite,, you have nothing to lose but a helpful hand,offered.. and shunned.
One day she looked back.. horror upon horrors !! there was no Pandoras box that flew open, revealing personal torments. Nothing Bad happened at all. Faced with a feeling of almost dissapointment,which soon turned to the serene nostalgia of the cursed. The smile and the sleepy realisation, that it is indeed OK to look back. Just dont take too much now..( as the bible says) , or was it Billie Holliday.. She confuses the two.
She stood upon a seaside Pier, looking over the Irish sea.All stormy and black as the Oil that causes wars. Then the salty hearty tears fell. silently at first in memomy of her own childhood,and her childrens. re- living moments they did exactly the same things as she was doing now. The pictures on her Camera, almost mirror images of HER as a child,with her mother. She tried to dig all the way to Australia you know? Even as a child She longed to escape ! She never made Bondi Beach, But then again, the Sun would have only irritated her Scottish Skin.
She watched in amazement at her own Grandsons amazement at a grand Majesty,in need of a lick of paint.His eyes like saucers, mirroring her own childrens, told her what she needed to know.That the Pictures of her, then a Generation later of her own bairns , caught forever in a snapshot on a disposable camera and 2 generations later another set of pics from a modern day Digital Camera… the SAME pictures, with different characters. Each with their own role to play in Her life. Parts of a jigsaw, with a missing piece. ALWAYS a missing piece, but then.. does that NOT add to the suspense? She thinks of it as theraputic. Others may view it as “boring” .
An English seaside resort,, harbouring memories deep down that were maybe finally exorcised. just NOT too many of them, and not all at once :) She smiled, knowing she had finally did the right thing, by looking back.The thrill of the eternal traveller..searching forever unravelling. Wherever she sets her face………………no place. Of dreams untold of Aztec gold and love in the Pampas grass.
maybe She never reached Bondi, But SHE reached a wee bit of personal heaven, amid the tackiness,the run down looking facades, but eternally the Grand Majesty. of simpler times,of happy times. The Great Dame of her mere being.
She is easily pleased. But she is happy she reached an almost cathartic level.
If life is a mere dress rehearsal, She has played her personal lady Macbeth :)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=WF48BaPR-VY
leave me breathless…
” She USED to be such a bonny lassie ” ;)
I kinda saw it on Saturday. Was in a Family bar, so I could not really concentrate :) Im afraid none of the acts i managed to see made me leap out my seat, I found them to be a bit stilted.ok oK First night nerves etc.? But it all seemed to me a bit Karaoke.
I shall reserve judgement till week 2. where i can listen more I knew it would be a band out first. and yeah PATS remember that imp faced man child of Eton road :)
