spendius wrote:I'm up for having a raffle for Prime Minister.
It couldn't possibly throw up anything worse than this silly unelected diddico number crunching scottish jelly baby we have got ourselves lumbered with.
Just because Gordon's not lovely doesn't mean he is not a great prime-minister -to-be.
Bad luck with the recent Iran spin though, big G.
Isn't it great not to have Tony Blair on our screens every flamin' five minutes.
They say he and Cherie are now buying a £2.5 million country house near Chequers. Murky, or what? He's made more money out of us than Mark Thatcher.
A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me
If you're no' a Gordon, you're nae use tae me
The Black Watch are braw, the Seaforth and' a'
But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'.
Cilla as we fondly know her is one of the iconic voices of the 60s and her songs have a special place in our hearts. Also useful played at high volume when you have some paint to strip.
Shameless rip-off of the Dionne Warwick arrangements ans style, just like Alison Moyet did later with Billy Holliday's
That Old Devil Called Love, the phrasing, even the band arrangement was the same.
Cilla aside, are you pleased with Gordie? There appears to be a lot of money that's haemorrhaged out of the exchequer under his stewardship. But what do I know?
spendius wrote:I'm up for having a raffle for Prime Minister.
You mean the prize is the prime minister? Or you would like a raffle to be prime minister? (surely not)
I bet Stuart Broad's Mum is crying with joy at this very moment.
Wakey Wakey!
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
and I'm feeling...
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smorgs wrote:Wakey Wakey!
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
and I'm feeling...
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"on top of the world" you wanted to say.
smorgs wrote:Wakey Wakey!
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
and I'm feeling...
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All (sung in Lulu voice)
AaaAAAaaaAAAaaaAAAllll RIGHT!
I'm feeling better than James Brown.
I FEEL GOOD
James Brown
Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
So good, so good, I got you
Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
{ sax, two licks to bridge }
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
{ sax, two licks to bridge }
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you
So good, so good, I got you
HEY!!
By heck-- those Indians enjoy their cricket.
Afternoon all. I don't know how I've managed it, but I've gone and sunburnt the backs of my legs in mid October!?!
Dressed in semi formal attire (owing to impending inspection visit from council planners) of builders shorts, desert boots and obligatory union flag T Shirt, I thought I was quite safe at this time of year, especially as it's quite overcast.
Anyone care to slap some natural yoghurt on some places I can't reach?
well i feel pretty good or better anyway
went to the doc today...couldnt pay the bill...he gave me another 6 months.
after Saturday's overdose of rugby excitement hobgoblin and red wine woke up yesterday not exactly feeling wonderful. Got the bike out (Kettler) for ride with local club to experience my first (for about 40 years) FLAT TYRE.
Got the other commuting/folding bike out to tell them I wasnt riding, to be pursuaded to use that one. 45 miles later arrived home (just)
Anyway fixed the puncture, bought a new inner tube, nothing leaking doc says I'm almost all right, hey I feel good YEAH. (in a modest sort of way)
Kettler? Tell me about 'em Stevie boy, are they any good?
What do you know about the Koga, if anything?
Bikes in general seem to be really taking off again, I was talking to a chap at the gym tonight who has just spent over £3K on a mountain bike. He still has to pedal it though.
Did you pedal the full 45 miles on your fold up? If so how long did that take you and over what kind of terrain?
It's good to know you are getting better. Spendi might feel glad about that, he has this strange if not somewhat peculiar habit of feeling glad, it seems a bloody strange way to feel according to our Wilf's mother!
Clary wrote:Cilla aside, are you pleased with Gordie? There appears to be a lot of money that's haemorrhaged out of the exchequer under his stewardship. But what do I know?
I don't know anything about being Chancellor but Gordon seems to be working, with his new colleague Douglas Alexander, on a kind of just-in-time money system, very now. Pity the American banks let him down. That wasn't supposed to happen.
Doowop wrote:Afternoon all. I don't know how I've managed it, but I've gone and sunburnt the backs of my legs in mid October!?!
Dressed in semi formal attire (owing to impending inspection visit from council planners) of builders shorts, desert boots and obligatory union flag T Shirt, I thought I was quite safe at this time of year, especially as it's quite overcast.
Anyone care to slap some natural yoghurt on some places I can't reach?
Hey Doowop, what are you planning to build? Don't forget it gets cold, wet and dark in November.
There's a doowop programme on BBC radio this week, check it out, vintage American vocal harmony groups of the 50s and 60s. Details on request, it'll be good.
Cripes-- I was just passing a telly and was astounded to see the most affected and ridiculous woman, going through a routine a bit like circus animals go through, in a equipment fetisher's kitchen purportedly making six biscuits. I think that's what they were. It looked quite Pythonesque apart from having no studio audience to cue the viewers when to laugh.
On making enquiries I was informed that it was Ms Nigella Lawson.
Godness gracious me, I remarked, and passed through. You should see the snotty letter she once wrote me when I had passed judgement upon one of her articles in some newspaper or other concerning the strategic global implications of the victimisation policy we men were supposed to be inflicting upon poor downtrodden womenhood.
The fact that she gave the impression that she was looking over a stable door hoping to be fed a sweet apple is obviously not her fault but to try to present herself as the sugar plum fairy was pure surreal bathos when the programme was obviously made to entertain those recalcitrant elderly academics in their libraries with the door locked and the curtains drawn who have a bit of a thing about starched aprons and strict discipline administered by a firm but loving hand. When she gently jogged, buttocks a wobble, to the corner cupboard to get an item which really ought to have been ready to hand I could not help bursting out laughing.
And to think that her father was the one who gave all those voters with mortgages a good half of the value of their homes at the expense of those who had, in all good faith, lent them the money, which led to a voter stampede which itself led to all sorts of wierd and wonderful things.
sustainable wrote:
Quote:I was just passing a telly
A likely story!
Bet you're glued from dawn 'till dusk (apart from when you're at the pub -and then some)
Bet you especially like 'Flog It'.
I watch Nigella...
Just so I can shout F@CK OFF at the telly throughout.
I especially like it when there are staged 'Nigella on Public Transport' sketches'.
Oh, and mornin' everyone!
It's raining.
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Nigella's a good size now, and who can wonder at that? Buttocks a-wobble indeed. Still her reicpe for spicy scrambled eggs looked fine, I'll give it a try. Maybe not with four eggs per person, though.
Hi there Smorgs, good to see you flouncing your petticoats there.
By the way I only lasted halfway through that programme till the F O urge got too strong and I switched it off. It's a kind of a joke, isn't it?
What a good gig the jury in the Diana inquest are on!
Paris, The Ritz etc.
I wonder what hotel they're staying in?
Wonder if they've managed to do any Crimbo shopping.
I walked the dog the day of the funeral. Stayed in the woods as long as I could. Pondered how many other less privileged women died under terrible circumstances that day - unnoticed.
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