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fanks fa sharing n all that
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A couple of well-formulated responses would do this thread no harm at all.
Why exactly should the organ in question need to wear diamonds ? Is it really a flower, flower ? One would have thought that any sensible mature woman would be above anthropomorphisising her genitalia, unless she secretly wished to act like the crassest of blokes who would be routinely laughed at.
The Bosnian rape tale is of course quite harrowing; the rest seems to be targeted at young dykes in need of some desperate self-affirmation, or college girls in the flush of intellectual rebellion, and I can’t see any difference between this and those abject calls of ‘girl-power’ by the Spice Girls.
So, as it’s only a play and not the release of the new Jimmy Choo range, perhaps someone suitably empowered can answer. Go on ! After all, the whole experience made you a force to be reckoned with, and it is wearing pearls now . . . . . . . .
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Reminds me of this which was instrumental in bringing about Emergency Exits.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Hall_disaster
@toybulldog wrote:
Iggy Pop,
Bristol Locarno Feb 1979I got arrested, into fights, very drunk and actually pulled (I’m still speechless at that last bit). Although not in that particular order. All I owned at the time was a lump of shoplifted cheese with my initials carved on it.
Completely agree with the police sgt who punched a far-from-home punk on his nose. Splendid fellow. We couldn’t google lawyers then and “human rights” was but a lilac-scented dream for future Guardian readers who would eventually grow up to have issues wiping their own arses. They did come to abound eventually and I tend to blame that over-polarising bi/tch Thatcher. Has she joined Dennis yet ?
But Mr Pop was very magnificent. Drawing razor blades across a chest while lying flat out on a stage rockyrolling will so instill a certain loyalty in half-formed minds.
One day I’ll grow up and put it all into perspective huh ?=P~
rose ya beautiful,
but getting involved too much in others business could detract from your beauty.
x
Ah we’re drinking and we’re dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she’s the Angel of Compassion
she’s rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it’s partner found, it’s partner lost
and it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it’s CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it’s partner found, it’s partner lost
and it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it’s CLOSING TIMEAh we’re lonely, we’re romantic
and the cider’s laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit’s crying, “Where’s the beef?”
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIMEI swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
CLOSING TIMEI loved you for your beauty
but that doesn’t make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there’s a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body’s really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there’s nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don’t care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it’s something in between, I guess
it’s CLOSING TIMEYeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it’s something in between, I guess
it’s CLOSING TIMEYeah we’re drinking and we’re dancing
but there’s nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she’s a hundred but she’s wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can’t reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn’t worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it’s once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don’t like these dizzy heights
we’re busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIMEThe whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it’s once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don’t like these dizzy heights
we’re busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIMEOh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It’s CLOSING TIME
And it’s partner found, it’s partner lost
and it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It’s CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It’s CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there’s nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.Just Do It
I believe the above is a well-known advertising catchphrase coined by Nike in a previous century. It probably applies to a poor soul unjustly sacked from some Philippino footwear sweatshop, with a family to feed, but without any decent severance package. Who then got kicked by security guards and then beaten up by the local police when he crazily demanded his rights. Just Do It sweatshop man, yeah stand up for those rights.
I don’t know this for sure of course, but I have lived a life and regularly empathise with those who only exist in my head. :D . But don’t you find that those who dress in in uniforms always find themselves closely alligned to the political views of corporate America ?
Well that’s my take on it all, and the catchphrase still remains liberating . . . . . .
Thank you for the replies.
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The moment when they changed from a brilliant rock n’roll tribute band to something altogether different and rather wonderful.
Some blame Leary and LSD, but instead, I look rather sternly in the direction of significant planetary movements that occured in the mid-sixties and the effect on two remarkable and competitive individuals.
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Rudely interrupt the person.
Tell them about that religious cult you’ve just joined, and start listing abortion clinics you’ve recently firebombed. Mention words like ‘chosen’ and ‘rapture’ rather a lot. Say that you’re coming round right now and that you HAVE LEAFLETS.
Hell, it worked for me with the conservatory salesman.The alternative is to make very frantic clucking noises, followed by ‘”OMG I think we’re on some suicidal Chicken Hotline !!”, then hang up and look a bit smug,
(I only use that one when it’s me mum) . . . . . . . . . . . . .
@genie_in_a_butthole wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
Fantastic thread this.
Quality throughout from ace posters, and that pats really brought a tear to my decrepit eyes.
She’s still a complete bit.ch of course. 8)Mine was met while we were both in other relationships. The connection was apparent but no one in my or her world does the dirty on a partner. Eventually the earth span round enough revolutions and the natural order of things presented itself . . . . . . fank feck.
I would say this – if you are 95% sure that your partner is the right one – then you’re headed up sh1t street without a canoe and get the hell out of dodge immediately. The numbers aren’t even nearly close enough. Either you know it or you don’t.
Simples.
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Reading through all that brought back some great memories. Back in the days that this site used to rock. Before the now legendary JC cull. If I’m not mistaken you can find most of the original contributors to this thread still posting in Pats Cupboard.
Are they ?…….how quaint. And who the fu.ck are you……. 8-[
Actually it was never a cull, that’s just a word that got added when peeps get into chat mythology.
Or leg-ends.
