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@sharongooner wrote:
@Bad Manners wrote:
Came across this by accident earier. Quite amusing.
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Good Points: Easy to use, quick loading pages. Good starting point for newbies, hence the high number of ‘members’.
Bad Points: Chatrooms full of perverts and abusers as no-one has to register. Very poorly monitored. Message Boards have only a dozen or so regular contributors and are DULL (if you want to rant about the BNP – Just Chat is the place to go). Most of the regulars leave for other sites pretty quickly. Far too much squabbling and petty name calling. If you have an opinion on anything you will quickly be ridden out of town.
General comments: This is a decent place to start off and learn the ropes as long as you can put up with the constant fighting and the idiotic/racist comments of the few regular members. If you are just beginning to use Message Boards, my tip would be to join this site, try to find some people with similar views/interests to yours and get out as quickly as possible.
lmao :lol:
in fairness shazza the other review was quite positive.
I guess the key word is ‘free’ and what that entails
@sword wrote:
Didn’t he run from Olympiakos to Athens (26 miles and whatever yards), that borne the marathon? Isn’t Marathon another city/town in Greece? It’s all tied up somewhere. And didn’t he die on completion of his messenger run?
ahh no ye’ll be referring to that lad Pheidippides b’jaysus……..
He was a soldier who ran from the town of Marathon to either Sparta, or Athens (depending on which ancient Greek historian you favour) after the victorious battle against the Persians.
After pausing for the obligatory BBC interview with Sally Gunnell, and to receive a free mars bar and a blanket made out of tin foil, he announced “We have won ! ” and promptly dropped dead on the spot.
But then again I ain’t read much history that was ever written by the defeated.
@sword wrote:
I was in the pub they started in on Friday up at Muswell Hill. Classic band. Forget the monkey business, lets talk Kinks!
the kind of tune Damian Albarn wished he wrote –
I met her in a club down in old Soho
where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A Cola.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance.
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy,
but when she squeesed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night,
under electric candlelight,
she picked me up and sat me on her knee,
She said, “Little boy won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy,
but when I looked in her eyes,
I almost fell for my Lola,
Lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola
I pushed her away. I walked to the door.
I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees.
I looked at her, and she at me.
Well that’s the way that I want it to stay.
I always want it to be that way for my Lola.
Lo lo lo Lola.
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,
except for Lola. Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola.
Well I left home just a week ago,
and I never ever kissed a woman before,
Lola smiled and took me by the hand,
she said, “Little boy, gonna make you a man.”
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man,
but I know what I am and that I’m a man,
so is Lola.
Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola.@sword wrote:
Waterloo Sunset may help your troubled mind.
well Waterloo Sunset would bestill any palpitating heart, but I was thinking more along these lines, and it’s not Big Yellow Taxi……….god bless Ray Davies………
I think I’m sophisticated
cos I’m living my life like a good homosapien
but all around me everybodys multiplying
till they’re walking round like flies man
so I’m no better than the animals sitting
in their cages in the zoo man
cos compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an ape man
I think I’m so educated and I’m so civilised
cos I’m a strict vegetarian
but with the over-population and inflation and starvation
and the crazy polly-tee-shians
I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
and make like an ape man
I’m an ape man, I’m an ape-ape man
I’m an ape man
I’m an ape man I’m a King Kong fan
I’m ape-ape man
cos compared to the sun that sits in the sky
compared to the clouds as they roll by
compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies
I am an ape man
in man’s evolution he has created the cities and
the motor traffic rumble
but give me half a chance and I’d be taking off my clothes
and living in the jungle
cos the only time that I feel at ease
is swinging up and down in a coconut tree
oh what a life of luxury
to be like an ape man
I’m an ape man, I’m an ape-ape man
I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong fan I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man
I look out my window but I can’t see the sky
cos the air poluution is fogging up my eyes
I want to get out of this city alive
and make like an ape man
come on and love me, be my ape man girl
and we’ll be so happy in my ape man world
I’m an ape man I’m an ape-ape man
I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong man I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man
I’ll be your Tarzan and you’ll be my Jane
I’ll keep you warm and you’ll keep me sane
and we’ll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day
just like an ape man
I’m an ape man I’m an ape-ape man
I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong fan I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man
I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
And make like an ape manOne of the first things the police did was investigate the house next door. God all that money and resources used and no doubt other crimes in the area were not investigated fully meanwhile, if at all. Because, quite possibly, some very greedy people who cannot string a sentence together tried to mastermind a stupid and massive deception.
That poor kid must have been making value judgements constantly as to who she could and could not trust in that extended family. If this pans out the way I think it will then I hope they throw the bloody book at those responsible.
‘I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago – the other day…..Light came out of this river since – you say Knights ? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling ! But darkness was here yesterday. Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine – what d’ye call ’em ? – trireme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north; run overland across the Gauls in a hurry; put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries – a wonderful lot of handy men they must have been, too – used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here – the very end of the world, a sea the colour of lead, a sky the colour of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina – and going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like. Sand-banks, marshes, forests, savages, – precious little to eat fit for a civilised man, nothing but Thames water to drink. No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay – cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death – death skulking in the air, in the water, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh, yes – he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to brag of what he had done through his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness. And perhaps he was cheered by keeeping his eye on a chance of promotion to the fleet at Ravenna by-and-by, if he had good friends in Rome and survived the awful climate. Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga – perhaps too much dice, you know – coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed around him, – all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There’s no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination – you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.’
He paused.
‘Mind,’ he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of a Buddha preaching in European clothes and without a lotus-flower – ‘Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this. What saves us is efficiency – the devotion to efficiency. But these chaps were not much account, really. They were no colonists; their administration was merely a squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force – nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale, and men going at it blind – as is very proper for those who tackle a darkness. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea – something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to…..’that was a bit like rubes’classic……”Max Jaffa is brilliant on the clarinet five hundred times”
I’ll lean back and have a fagorooni now
@sharongooner wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
oh yah man JC has like, totally enblighted my life…………….
big mamma dog just whipped you….. and she only has one eye
now say it :wink:
errr……………big mamma dog just whipped me, she only has one eye and I just said it.
sharon you have infinite control over my every impulse.
anyway ain’t the football a drag lately ? jeez that itv1 better make me a happy hound dog come next tuesday…………………
oh yah man JC has like, totally enblighted my life…………….
