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maybe 4 years ago, but saying that, he was the best player for barcalona when he came on against ar senal
your task today is to post over 100 posts before you fall to sleep, starting from now
you offering to do the washing up?
but scotland, wales, ireland did’nt make it
they are all enginsh, apart from owen hargreaves, who is canadian, but hes rubbish
are you not gonna get into the spirt for the world cup then tommy? cheer the boys on?
well, i thought it was cool, i was right happy with myself i was.. i can do the same on the ocs forum too.. i like being nosey, seeing what everyone is upto.. i am big brother 8)
please report to the diary room
she was in sheffield last night, i could have gone i guess… but decided against it.. shes out in buxton tonight though appently.. and so am i.. so i’ll bump into her while shes drunk again.. and ask her if she met tommy last night, and was he on good behaviour
not making that mistake ever again… i got let off lightly once… and i have well and truly learned from my foolish stupid mistake
was looking at this myself
http://www.microsoft.com/office/preview/beta/getthebeta.mspx
not sure if i should trust a microsoft beta product again, but tempted to give it a go, might encoruage me to get that CV finished
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life –
cos it’s the one we’ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus –
cos those rosey days are few
And – stop apologising for the things you’ve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel –
but it’s up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It’s enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.Struggle after struggle – year after year
The atmosphere’s a fine blend of ice –
I’m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.A whole street’s belief in Sunday’s roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It’s a big decision in a town called malice.The ghost of a steam train – echoes down my track
It’s at the moment bound for nowhere –
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings –
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will –
but I’d sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
