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@*Sian wrote:
:lol: Have you seen gloopy mud whilst on LSD? 8) :lol:
no ! but my lower jaw once fell off.. and i thought it amazing ! I had a top lip,and nothing down below.I couldnt speak and grooved to the tunes.
and im going out at 4 today,getting picked up,,a sensible time methinks.
@*Sian wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScJr65nhshY
:lol:
hehe i could barely listen for laughing at them laughing :)
@*Sian wrote:
Tashos dimingos! You are getting it, I can see it now, your legs akimbo in a delapitated tent, knee high in mud and empty needles 8)
LOL ya cheeky coo !
I was thinking more, cheech n chong stylee joints and my tash covered in columbian marching powder !
must admit the thought of all that mud aroused me !
@*Sian wrote:
That guitarist will want you! 8)
Don’t forget your tash
ffs, pepi the paryletic percussionist would do :)
and dont mention tash! mY mole on upper lip has decided to sprout !
@*Sian wrote:
Tonight is going to be a cracker by all accounts!
We are in a random night in the Brum! (I am going midgit hunting) 8)
I think the best nights are the random ones, up and offski, we aint taking any over night stuff but we may end up in a hotel or a taxi home. :lol:
Are you a random or a prepared sort?
totally random !! im out today too,but i dont even know what time im going out ,so i got up at 7 am,just in case its an early start.. Blues n Jazz festival here,so plenty of live music abounds.its on in most pubs in city centre,,so i have my wee free flyer thing,of the bands i wanna see,,
I should call my pal,as she leaves timimgs to me ,as Im that random i will decide on a whim when im going to be ready. making a decent brekkie for me and jo,,he is going too,but NOT with me,,not wanting him and his mates cramping MY style.
I may or may not come home. though in my case its innocent,as i tend to get a chinky and sleep at Karens,as she lives near the town.. damm why am i admitting THAT,, what i really mean is ,some hot blues guitarist will WANT me and i will be shagged hard all night !
I say bring back the “hey mans” and bearded types,, I find festivals all 25 year old,baseball cap ,wearing types. Who wouldnt know good music if it bit them on the designer denim erse !
I went to tea in the park a couple of years back,and couldnt find drugs for the life of me ! Had to drink pish warm lager !the true essence of the festivals for me was being totally unplanned,and leaving things to fate where we slept etc LOL. and if i didnt look like Swampy by the end of it,id have demanded my money back. Now they have big 16 bedroom tents etc! and electic supplies for straightners etc.
Kids today,,, dont know their born.
/puts her teeth in and shuts up.
@*Sian wrote:
:lol: That made me laugh!
Mosh pit and 2pac :lol:
the contradiction was intentional :) they dont make festivals like they used to.
/pah ! I almost agreed with D.O.A .
@*Sian wrote:
@matty wrote:
the feeling is’nt really what Glasonbury was all about, I agree with Liam on this one.. Glastonbury is no longer what it used to be, not now you got 2pac and whats his face, whats going off?
2pac is dead, did he rise for the occasion? :lol:
nah ! they Shakured his ashes all over the Mosh pit though :)
bloody hippies !
hehe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_ZvDI7XGFU
ah the memories of this one,,the crusaders ,with randy crawford on lead vocal.. ” street life”
@toybulldog wrote:
” In the spring of the year, vast numbers of emigrants who have newly
arrived from England or from Ireland, pass between Quebec and
Montreal on their way to the backwoods and new settlements of
Canada. If it be an entertaining lounge (as I very often found it)
to take a morning stroll upon the quay at Montreal, and see them
grouped in hundreds on the public wharfs about their chests and
boxes, it is matter of deep interest to be their fellow-passenger
on one of these steamboats, and mingling with the concourse, see
and hear them unobserved.The vessel in which we returned from Quebec to Montreal was crowded
with them, and at night they spread their beds between decks (those
who had beds, at least), and slept so close and thick about our
cabin door, that the passage to and fro was quite blocked up. They
were nearly all English; from Gloucestershire the greater part; and
had had a long winter-passage out; but it was wonderful to see how
clean the children had been kept, and how untiring in their love
and self-denial all the poor parents were.Cant as we may, and as we shall to the end of all things, it is
very much harder for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the
rich; and the good that is in them, shines the brighter for it. In
many a noble mansion lives a man, the best of husbands and of
fathers, whose private worth in both capacities is justly lauded to
the skies. But bring him here, upon this crowded deck. Strip from
his fair young wife her silken dress and jewels, unbind her braided
hair, stamp early wrinkles on her brow, pinch her pale cheek with
care and much privation, array her faded form in coarsely patched
attire, let there be nothing but his love to set her forth or deck
her out, and you shall put it to the proof indeed. So change his
station in the world, that he shall see in those young things who
climb about his knee: not records of his wealth and name: but
little wrestlers with him for his daily bread; so many poachers on
his scanty meal; so many units to divide his every sum of comfort,
and farther to reduce its small amount. In lieu of the endearments
of childhood in its sweetest aspect, heap upon him all its pains
and wants, its sicknesses and ills, its fretfulness, caprice, and
querulous endurance: let its prattle be, not of engaging infant
fancies, but of cold, and thirst, and hunger: and if his fatherly
affection outlive all this, and he be patient, watchful, tender;
careful of his children’s lives, and mindful always of their joys
and sorrows; then send him back to Parliament, and Pulpit, and to
Quarter Sessions, and when he hears fine talk of the depravity of
those who live from hand to mouth, and labour hard to do it, let
him speak up, as one who knows, and tell those holders forth that
they, by parallel with such a class, should be High Angels in their
daily lives, and lay but humble siege to Heaven at last.Which of us shall say what he would be, if such realities, with
small relief or change all through his days, were his! Looking
round upon these people: far from home, houseless, indigent,
wandering, weary with travel and hard living: and seeing how
patiently they nursed and tended their young children: how they
consulted ever their wants first, then half supplied their own;
what gentle ministers of hope and faith the women were; how the men
profited by their example; and how very, very seldom even a
moment’s petulance or harsh complaint broke out among them: I felt
a stronger love and honour of my kind come glowing on my heart, and
wished to God there had been many Atheists in the better part of
human nature there, to read this simple lesson in the book of Life “.American Notes
(extract from chapter XV)Charles Dickens
As ever, a brilliant post and a perfect piece of writing for a Sunny Saturday Morning.
