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The only surprise is the recent and remarkably inventive whining
of fuckwits who think that
dodgy darklings have some <NOBR>god-given</NOBR> right to
hijack a Sisters gig merely by alerting their closest neighbours,
surprising us at a soundcheck and
(reluctantly) letting us hear their (naturally) bad CD,
five hours before showtime.
The only surprise is the recent and remarkably inventive whining
of fuckwits who think that
dodgy darklings have some <NOBR>god-given</NOBR> right to
hijack a Sisters gig merely by alerting their closest neighbours,
surprising us at a soundcheck and
(reluctantly) letting us hear their (naturally) bad CD,
five hours before showtime.
Is this new
No I've seen that before I'm sure.
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
Wasn't "Me love you long time" what the prostitutes said to the American soldiers in the film Full Metal Jacket. Fingers crossed this is a reference to an American tour ( a real surprise).That would mean "Bitting the silver bullet" could mean it wasn't something he was keen on doing.
Trying to stay positive.
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Translate Las Vegas through google you get "The Fertile valley" though it's correct Spanish translation is "The Meadows". York (UK) is situated is the Lower Derwent Valley in The Vale of York and to quote from The English Nature site " ...The Lower Derwent Valley comprises a series of flood meadows and floodlands ..."
[size=9:7c190484cc]Johnny Boy - JB - Loki - Johnny M
Heartland 14 Jul 03 - 05 Aug 06.[/size:7c190484cc]
If the Great Man comes State-side in 06, I'll eat my well-worn shoe. But this is two months away...surely they'd have to have a venue booked already if they were actually playing? Or as some have mentioned, Las Vegas is code for something else. Or we're being jerked about.
Nevertheless, 25th anniversary, good time to pack it in, or fool us with stories of packing it in.
Would be funny to bump into Von at the tables, though....
I think some of you have been watching to many re-runs of "Dusty Bin"
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
scotty wrote:I think some of you have been watching to many re-runs of "Dusty Bin"
Heartland goes 'classic' Game Shows!
Not only do we have Bullseye elsewhere, we now have everyone attempting that Ted Rodgers 3-2-1 flippy finger thingy that not even the Masons could master.
[size=9:7c190484cc]Johnny Boy - JB - Loki - Johnny M
Heartland 14 Jul 03 - 05 Aug 06.[/size:7c190484cc]
The only surprise is the recent and remarkably inventive whining
of fuckwits who think that
dodgy darklings have some <NOBR>god-given</NOBR> right to
hijack a Sisters gig merely by alerting their closest neighbours,
surprising us at a soundcheck and
(reluctantly) letting us hear their (naturally) bad CD,
five hours before showtime.
That's us, isn't it?
They're biting the bullet, in which case it won't kill them, no?
That's what I'm sticking to anyway.
And now, I have disappeared so far up my own analytical arse that I can see out my mouth...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
The only surprise is the recent and remarkably inventive whining
of fuckwits who think that
dodgy darklings have some <NOBR>god-given</NOBR> right to
hijack a Sisters gig merely by alerting their closest neighbours,
surprising us at a soundcheck and
(reluctantly) letting us hear their (naturally) bad CD,
five hours before showtime.
That's us, isn't it?
They're biting the bullet, in which case it won't kill them, no?
That's what I'm sticking to anyway.
And now, I have disappeared so far up my own analytical arse that I can see out my mouth...
Perhaps you, I don't even try to make music, that way it could never be me (nor do I consider myself a dodgy darkling )
