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Wonder where they find all these women who present A place in the Sun,(bla blah)??? Even a little dip in the pool, daytime TV would be better
 
Can any of you music nerds tell me where I can DL the FULL Velvet Revolver set from live 8

Ta in advance EADD

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Scott Weiland is fucking immense, my hero



The drummer from Bloc Party is fuckin skilled to the max

Respect !!!
 
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quiet here.

anyone else like sitting in business class on a bus reading poetry?






From the Republic of Conscience Seamus Heaney. (not famous seamus the wrestler as I was asked today :D )

When I landed in the republic of conscience

it was so noiseless when the engines stopped

I could hear a curlew high above the runway.

At immigration, the clerk was an old man

who produced a wallet from his homespun coat

and showed me a photograph of my grandfather.

The woman in customs asked me to declare

the words of our traditional cures and charms

to heal dumbness and avert the evil eye.

No porters. No interpreter. No taxi.

You carried your own burden and very soon

your symptoms of creeping privilege disappeared.

Fog is a dreaded omen there but lightning

spells universal good and parents hang

swaddled infants in trees during thunderstorms.

Salt is their precious mineral. And seashells

are held to the ear during births and funerals.

The base of all inks and pigments is seawater.

Their sacred symbol is a stylized boat.

The sail is an ear, the mast a sloping pen,

the hull a mouth-shape, the keel an open eye.

At their inauguration, public leaders

must swear to uphold unwritten law and weep

to atone for their presumption to hold office ?

and to affirm their faith that all life sprang

from salt in tears which the sky-god wept

after he dreamt his solitude was endless.

I came back from that frugal republic

with my two arms the one length, the customs

woman having insisted my allowance was myself.

The old man rose and gazed into my face

and said that was official recognition

that I was now a dual citizen.

He therefore desired me when I got home

to consider myself a representative

and to speak on their behalf in my own tongue.

Their embassies, he said, were everywhere

but operated independently

and no ambassador would ever be relieved.
 
Got a 21.45 flight back to the uk except delays meant it left at 00.45. Now waiting in the train station to catch the first one which is at 5.20.. Far too much waiting involved with travelling. God bless 3G and plug sockets in train stations though.
 
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If the chick at the Withington Library bus stop this morning with the blue hair, leather jacket and plaid skirt is reading this, the grinning, big-nosed mental case who was smoking a roll-up on the bench would like to invite you for coffee, disjointed conversation and maybe afterwards a smoke, and we can listen to some Throbbing Gristle.

No pressure, like...
 
Sammy G said:
If the chick at the Withington Library bus stop this morning with the blue hair, leather jacket and plaid skirt is reading this, the grinning, big-nosed mental case who was smoking a roll-up on the bench would like to invite you for coffee, disjointed conversation and maybe afterwards a smoke, and we can listen to some Throbbing Gristle.

No pressure, like...
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Gotta love a plaid skirt
 
Yeah!

She was only a little over five feet tall too, but not a kid, I hasten to add.

I think I have the ghost of a midget fetish. My ex said it's latent paedophilia crossed with violent submerged misogyny, but what the fuck would she know?
 
My aim in life is to shack up with a sexy librarian. I had one once. She was amazing in both her work and her bed. She'll go far, that one
 
snolly said:
My aim in life is to shack up with a sexy librarian. I had one once. She was amazing in both her work and her bed. She'll go far, that one
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I had one not too long ago as it happens.

Though I'd replace 'sexy' with 'neurotic and needlessly argumentative'. At which point she'd call me a sexist drunk and start screaming her head off.

Bus stop crushes don't do that shit to you.
 
Haha no, it's best when you only have to look at them and fantasise about her stripping slowly and seductively while reading me books I don't understand

edit: i think i need a moment alone now
 
I am saddened to report that my Guitar Hero skills have gone to shit since starting my second year of university.

Also, brimz, still, anyone?
 
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