Doowop wrote:Spends = Spendius, right?
I quite like his posts. He hides quite a few diamonds in amongst the anthracite. You just have to take your time to find them. If I'm in a hurry, or half asleep, I just skip his stuff as it usually causes an overload on my grey matter. I then try to catch up when my brain is in gear.
I don't know him well enough to judge him harshly, and even if I did I wouldn't do so in open forum, but he immediately struck me as being very well educated. He's certainly very well read.
Christ, don't encourage him.
smorgs wrote:OH MY GOD! Typed in a 'Friends' stylee
He's gonna love that!
He's going to come down with encephalitis when he reads that!
We're not 'down on sussy'! Least not me - 'cos then he would be in the middle of an erotic dream and wake up panting and screaming my name:
SMOOOOORGSIE.
We love G.I.T. !
x
That just made me vomit into my throat a bit, smorgs.
Oh heck!
Doowop, be very careful mate. Dorothy is right two posts above, your encouraging this blithering idiot and it will back fire on you. Well it will back fire on everybody, rest assured.
We can agree with you on the fag job, but if you get him going on it, there could be a movement, then he'll be jumping up and down veins in his teeth, **** on his pyjamas and longjohns and nobody, but nobody will get a word in edgeways.
I had been a heavy smoker for fifty years.
In fact it's probably time as an ex smoker of almost 11 weeks two days and twenty hours, that I made a stand for us non smokers.
We don't want your bloody smoke puffing round us, it's a disgusting, dirty, filthy, smelly, health damaging, air and clothing contaminating inappropriate, abnormal habit to put it mildly, very mildly.
Smoking must stop. Full stop!
Eff Off! Mathos!
You sound like Muckty.
x
You put that bloody fag out smorgsi, it's downright disgusting.
The dirtiest, filthiest, un-warranted habit you have is sticking one of those bloody awful fags in your gob and lighting it!
Go on, do it now and look at yourself in the mirror whilst you go through with it! It's bloody despicable, you will feel ashamed and utterly disgusted with yourself.
Think back to your first ever fag. Think back if you could turn the clock back right now, This very bloody moment knowing what you know now! Coughing, spluttering, spitting, wheezing, it's diabolical to even think of doing it.
Are you ready to stop yet?
If not, think of children, children watching you, thinking it's normal, thinkings it's alright. What kind of dirty filthy disgusting immoral lesson is that to be giving out?
You should be totally and utterly ashamed of yourself.
Have you stopped yet?
Mathos wrote:Oh heck!
Doowop, be very careful mate. Dorothy is right two posts above, your encouraging this blithering idiot and it will back fire on you. Well it will back fire on everybody, rest assured.
We can agree with you on the fag job, but if you get him going on it, there could be a movement, then he'll be jumping up and down veins in his teeth, **** on his pyjamas and longjohns and nobody, but nobody will get a word in edgeways.
I had been a heavy smoker for fifty years.
In fact it's probably time as an ex smoker of almost 11 weeks two days and twenty hours, that I made a stand for us non smokers.
We don't want your bloody smoke puffing round us, it's a disgusting, dirty, filthy, smelly, health damaging, air and clothing contaminating inappropriate, abnormal habit to put it mildly, very mildly.
Smoking must stop. Full stop!
Eleven weeks? Come back in six months and start preaching if you like. By then, you'll have got through xmas and new year without taking a tab from Bill Brewer and Tom Cobley, and can therefore be righteously righteous about it all. You'll have also learnt how to twiddle with things and potter properly. The interior of your shed will be immaculate, but you'll still be rearranging it every weekend.
My Ma has some spare knitting needles and a ball of wool if you're interested.
(seriously - well done for sticking to it. You have more willpower than me, that's for sure)
Dorothy Parker wrote:Doowop wrote:Spends = Spendius, right?
I quite like his posts. He hides quite a few diamonds in amongst the anthracite. You just have to take your time to find them. If I'm in a hurry, or half asleep, I just skip his stuff as it usually causes an overload on my grey matter. I then try to catch up when my brain is in gear.
I don't know him well enough to judge him harshly, and even if I did I wouldn't do so in open forum, but he immediately struck me as being very well educated. He's certainly very well read.
Christ, don't encourage him.
I'm only speaking (or writing in this case) as I find. The reaction from everyone would indicate that he's an irascible old sod, but that's what makes this a true Brit place. I don't think that a proper pub is complete without a group of GOM's in the corner, winding up the barstaff and moaning about the price of beer.
smorgs wrote:Goodnight one and all.
x
What? Hilda Burqa's gone to bed already?
Yeah, sometimes even some foreigners come in, have a pint and leave...
Francis wrote:Yeah, sometimes even some foreigners come in, have a pint and leave...
They should know better than to have a bitter ...
Doowop-
Both Mathos and DP are Prince fans. You might try to remember that. It's no wonder they clear the pub out eh?
They morphed out of the Blue Rinse brigade that used to bay for blood at Tory Party conferences in the old days. Prince knows how to tickle the totalitarian tickly bits of such types.
The witless repetion is like the wallpaper. Mathos has bigger lungs because he's a bit King Kong shaped which is why he goes on longer.
I never moan about the price of beer. Or anything else. It's free really if you think honestly. I like the price of gold though.
I must admit that I did admire Prince's talent for songwriting. When he was at his peak, that is.
Typical 80's and camp, but some of it was quite good.
I acquired his latest CD (free in a Sunday paper) and tried my hardest to "get into" it, but it turned out to be only marginally better than lift muzak. He should have just done the live performance bit, earned a new stack of dosh from ticket sales and for a short moment basked in the adulation from the now thirty somethings who freaked out to him when they all wore big shoulder pads, then called it a day.
It makes you wonder what it's like not moving on. Electric Gothic forever and ever with a Calvin seasoning.
Dylan creeps onstage like a little rat for a ride around his psyche. Then he creeps off again occasionally glaring at the audience.
As I went out into the mystic garden
Wounded flowers hanging on the vine
Passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Something hit me from behind.
Oh, I think that the fans have moved on. Most of them are now parents and have the usual day to day worries of life. I don't blame them at all for going there and re-living, just for a few hours away from the usual, a little slice of their own particular heydays. Good luck to 'em.
As far as Prince moving on is concerned, I don't think that he'd have been allowed to play just new stuff all evening, and probably did a fair mix and match of old classics and new tripe.
He's moved on alright, musically, but not in a very good direction. Dull and boring.
Only my own personal opinion, mind.
No doubt Dorothy will take that into account.
I use the bus quite a lot Smorgs, now I've got my free travel pass and the leisure to use it- the bus, the train and the metro. I'm a travellin' man, like Ricky Nelson.
Okay I've been to my new guitar class this evening and it was quite good.
Need to practice my scales.
Your comment leads me to believe that Dorothy is either going to chew my ears off for besmirching her beloved Prince, or actually recognise that it is just an opinion.
If she is a true fan, then I would imagine that in her heart of hearts she was quite disappointed with his new CD, although whether she admits to it is another matter.
I'm glad that you're learning the guitar and that you seem to be enjoying it.
Mac-
You'll never learn to play a guitar in bloody classes.
You can either boogie or you can't and there's an end to it.
You can, of course, help the teacher to get a few extra quid for pretending otherwise and that's very decent of you in my humble and honest opinion. Symbiotic twiddling and pottering. aka treatment in the community.
I can't imagine anybody who doesn't smoke playing a guitar. It would be as bad as watching the Olympic 100 metres without steroids. Gawky is a nice word that comes to mind.
Do you practice any of those maudling songs about the ship going down and the lost love left pining on the shore?
I didn't say whether I was receiving instruction or giving it, now did I?
I'm not so much Brian May as a tasteful but funky amalgam of Django Reinhardt and Elton Hayes.
As far as smokers playing guitar is concerned, do you remember these folk clubs when pretentious gits (they know who they are, Danny Kyle) pushed their smouldering dimp between the strings by the machine heads during a song? I saw Billy Connelly when he was just the banjo player with The Humblebums, the big yin.
But we all of us can and should learn something new.
