HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIK!!!!!
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Quiffy wears brown pants. Nylon ones. With yellow piping.Debaser wrote:Appi Burfdi Mik
Go on....do something outrageous, like try and be rude about Quiffy, on here
Love Ness
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Can you imagine the static for sake?
And he's a f'kin blade
Hey ho. Another year older.
Thanks by the way; I'm not a complete Eeyore really
Something pithy.
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OMG I've just clicked on your www thing mik, and I remember you from the Phono...
PS Happy Birthday!
PS Happy Birthday!
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
—Bertrand Russell
Oh lordy... that usually means I've trodden on your toes, splilled your pint, thumped you or snogged your bird. Or any combination thereof.markfiend wrote:OMG I've just clicked on your www thing mik, and I remember you from the Phono...
PS Happy Birthday!
One of these days I'll add a load of oldie pics to the site. People find it very difficult to reconcile the fine upstanding pillar of society wot I 'ave become with the mohicanned dervish that I was.
I recently had to admit to myself that my Phono days were almost certainly over, since I started going there in '83 at the age of 15 (the twins never had a particularly stringent age-checking policy ) and I'd therefore been a regular since before most of the current inhabitants had been born....
And they'd stopped doing draft Vimto last time I went so obviously less tempting
Go on then; Mr MarkFiend - point me at a piccy of your good self; I'm a lot better at faces than names...
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No spilt drinks, trodden toes or snogged birds as I remember. I just recognise you as "that tall bloke who used to stand by the bar a lot". I used to go around 90-92ish.
I'm on here at the right.
I'm on here at the right.
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
—Bertrand Russell
Is QB that tall?markfiend wrote:No spilt drinks, trodden toes or snogged birds as I remember. I just recognise you as "that tall bloke who used to stand by the bar a lot". I used to go around 90-92ish.
I'm on here at the right.
Or are you guys sitting?
Anyway, have a great day Mik
Cheers
I think someone set my soul alight
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Si, Ed and I are all midgets
No we were messing about for some obscure reason. My memory is fogged by alcohol.
No we were messing about for some obscure reason. My memory is fogged by alcohol.
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
—Bertrand Russell
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you have a good taste in bands Mik arra best
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
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Were the toilets at the phono as bad then as they are now? Oh, and almost forgot - Happy (also belated) Birthday Mikmik wrote: I recently had to admit to myself that my Phono days were almost certainly over, since I started going there in '83 at the age of 15 (the twins never had a particularly stringent age-checking policy ) ...
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WorseAndrew S wrote:Were the toilets at the phono as bad then as they are now?
At least, the toilets were far worse in the early 90s than they were the last time I went (probably no later than about 2001 )
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
—Bertrand Russell
mik wrote:the twins
Do you remember Jim from the Faversham? Or did he have a stricter door policy?
Fridays at the Phono, Saturdays at the Warehouse. If you could be bothered to queue.
And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there.
He runs a fruit and nut stall in Leeds Market. We get our Christmas Cake ingredients from him every year. That truly is strange....Francis wrote:mik wrote:the twins
Do you remember Jim from the Faversham? Or did he have a stricter door policy?
Fridays at the Phono, Saturdays at the Warehouse. If you could be bothered to queue.
In the 80's I was a Warehouse on Friday, Phono Mondays and Wednesdays - both Claire nights (sigh...) - and Saturdays.
Sundays would be Central Park for a shared case of Pils @ 50p a bottle.
90's I really ramped up my social schedule but the venues changed a little as the Warehouse became house.
Interim faves were Rickys on Monday for the quid in, beer 10p a pint nights and the Chocolate Factory on Fridays but I was never really grungey enough; they played far too much Mudhoney and Lemonheads for my liking. Also I was forced to keep a low profile there for a while after throwing someone through the 'wall' from the dancefloor onto a couple of dozen hippies who were sitting on and around the dancefloor. It was worth it not to have to hear "Everything starts with an E" for a couple of months to be honest.
Stopped going to the Fav regularly after the major refit - the summer they added the conservatory was the last summer there as a regular, although I still get remembered by some of the old staff, mainly 'cos I bumped into most of them at Headingley watching Leeds (pre-Rhinos) and Roger in particular at Leeds United away games.
Big Tom had a stroke about 4 or 5 years back which is scary considering how old he wasn't, but he always was a big bloke. He runs a pub in Hunslet I think?
Memory Lane. I should f'kin live there for the amount of time I spend in the vicinity
Something pithy.
Yer 'avin' a larf aintcha? Reminds me of the time my mate asked him for a ginger beer.mik wrote:He runs a fruit and nut stall in Leeds Market.
And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there.