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Absolutely!A real classic ‘angling round inn me edd terday, like.
Had "Gloria" Inn Me Edd, but the Casbah's blasted it ter bits!
Absolutely!A real classic ‘angling round inn me edd terday, like.
You check back over the past couple of pages. I’ve added one or two that might be worthy of a place on your bike fettling playlist, with Sisters of Mercy and Within Temptation springing to mindAbsolutely!
Had "Gloria" Inn Me Edd, but the Casbah's blasted it ter bits!
Written by Ray Davies after their manager got pissed & danced with what he thought was a womanNo sentimental bollocks from me! This came on me playlist in the gym this morning, a Top of the Pops performance from back when it was live and proper, as demonstrated by Ray Davies when he just about stops himself from laughing at about 27 seconds in. Great choon
Can't listen, like it, but brings me back somewhere.....don't know where/whyIf we’re getting sentimental, this is the song Bev & me danced to at our wedding, almost spoiled because Elvis died four days before our big day & everybody wanted Elvis songs.
Strange one this, Mastaaaaaah. I had to listen to it twice and even then, all I could think of was that I should be in a dimly lit bar, slouched on a red leather sofa wi' me 'and down some dodgy bird's top.....It's always such a pleasure to log in to this thread, Grasshopper!
I guess I'm pretty-well chilled-out, these days, waking up with this kind of "easy listening" stuff Inn Me Edd...
....or mebbe I'm just geddin' old...
Ahhh, Grasshopper! As you grow in experience you will come to learn that having two dodgy birds on the couch is much better than one - and in so many different ways!Strange one this, Mastaaaaaah. I had to listen to it twice and even then, all I could think of was that I should be in a dimly lit bar, slouched on a red leather sofa wi' me 'and down some dodgy bird's top.
Make of that what you will
Ah, Matelot’s night out.No - a dodgy bird where you keep one hand on her t*t and the other on yer wallet...
Now, see, this is the sort of music played in the Michelin star restaurant, where you are with what you believe to be a classy burd before hitting that dimly-lit, ropey bare with the red leather sofas. The evening starts off all well and good, she looks a vision of beauty in her LBD and Louboutin eye eels. However, things quickly deteriorate when, after three glasses of wine, she can’t walk in them shoes (that’s how you know they’re Louboutin’s; she trips over a strand of hair on her way back from the bog and ends up upside down in the yucca plant with her Alan’s round her ankles. Whilst eyes are drawn to her, um, modesty, those red soles are unmistakable). Anyhoo, you end up having to carry her out to the taxi and then into the bar before dropping her unceremoniously onto the sofa. While you’re at the bar, she decides to unload but knows she won’t make it to the bathroom so chucks biscuits all over the carpet instead. The bar ain’t full yet, so you manage to shovel her off to another dark corner before anyone notices the sticky carpet. Let’s be honest though, it probably blends in to the crap 80s floral pattern so who’s gonna notice anyway? Further problems ensue when she decides she needs a dump but still has enough about herself to realise that wiping her kazoo without eviscerating herself with them red-painted talons is going to be quite the challenge. She thinks better of it, for the time being at least. Thing is, she just knows that after a couple of pints of Stella with sambuca chasers she’s going to shit herself anyway and those cheese wires that pass for Alan Whicker’s ain’t gonna stem that flow, no sir. Be like shaking a mob of eels out a pair of wellie boots!Inn Me Edd
Memory from a time when we could go anywhere we wanted. Narbonne Plage 2019