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EvilBastard wrote:Clearly - as those of us who were thin and gaunt in the 80s allow the lack of amphetamines and easy office work to take their toll, we are modelling ourselves more on the body-type of Uncle Fester, the man who made the cassock THE fashion statement of the age
I'd end this moment to be with you
Through morphic oceans I'd lay here with you
"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".
~ Peter Steele
Zuma wrote:It does make me wonder what has kick started the media at this pont though?
Maybe just a slow news week, or the same person has sold them all the same article
Given that the week started with the news that Humphrey the Downing Street Cat had snuffed it (can we have a moment of silence, please?), I'm going to have to go with the former. Of course, it could be a clever ruse to deflect attention from the way the regime change is going...but I don't want to get all in here
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
I only listen to the Today programme for my daily newsblast
"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".
~ Peter Steele
"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".
~ Peter Steele
they must have missed out the EMWK in their study....
"Speed is a goth drug because the ideal is to be skinny," says Unsworth. "But for most of us it was Blue Nun wine because That Guitarist from the m*****n drank it." incorrect
"Speed is EMWK's drug but although ideal, he isn't skinny.mostly he drinks frosty jack's cider because all the other tramp's drink it". Fact!
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:"Speed is EMWK's drug but although ideal, he isn't skinny.mostly he drinks frosty jack's cider because all the other tramp's drink it". Fact!
Blue Nun/monitor interface moment there...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
they must have missed out the EMWK in their study....
"Speed is a goth drug because the ideal is to be skinny," says Unsworth. "But for most of us it was Blue Nun wine because That Guitarist from the m*****n drank it." incorrect
"Speed is EMWK's drug but although ideal, he isn't skinny.mostly he drinks frosty jack's cider because all the other tramp's drink it". Fact!
Never a truer word spoken.
If you were asking my opinion then I would say delete that.
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:
"Speed is a goth drug because the ideal is to be skinny," says Unsworth. "But for most of us it was Blue Nun wine because That Guitarist from the m*****n drank it."
Unfortunately, for me, that statement is terrifyingly true. I'm honest enough to say that Wayne and his Blue Nun made quite an impact on me, and created a habit that was only broken when Salvation released "Thunderbird" and got me on the evil Red Label stuff.... impressionable, moi???
Never want to taste either again now, thank the gods!
"You've a pretty good command of English, for a vole..."
Muppet wrote:
Unfortunately, for me, that statement is terrifyingly true. I'm honest enough to say that Wayne and his Blue Nun made quite an impact on me, and created a habit that was only broken when Salvation released "Thunderbird" and got me on the evil Red Label stuff.... impressionable, moi???
Never want to taste either again now, thank the gods!
Weren't you a bit of an imitator ?
(says the boy who once thought he was so totally goth )
Youth...
I'd end this moment to be with you
Through morphic oceans I'd lay here with you
Muppet wrote:
Unfortunately, for me, that statement is terrifyingly true. I'm honest enough to say that Wayne and his Blue Nun made quite an impact on me, and created a habit that was only broken when Salvation released "Thunderbird" and got me on the evil Red Label stuff.... impressionable, moi???
Never want to taste either again now, thank the gods!
Weren't you a bit of an imitator ?
(says the boy who once thought he was so totally goth )
Youth...
Look, stop it. The only reason I had Carl Mccoy ski-goggles... or Hussey-esque riding boots... or a cowboy hat, were for practical, not fashion purposes.
And going back to the Thunderbird business, can anyone confirm something... might just be an urban myth, how many types were there? I know of the Blue Label (pish), and the legendary Red Label - (now there was a MANS drink!! ) - but was there ever a Black Lable one??? And if so, did anyone ever survive drinking it????
"You've a pretty good command of English, for a vole..."
Muppet wrote:
Look, stop it. The only reason I had Carl Mccoy ski-goggles... or Hussey-esque riding boots... or a cowboy hat, were for practical, not fashion purposes.
Sounds like meself !
I too have a Stetson cowboy hat, which I bought years after I stopped considering meself a goth. And I also have another, non cowboy, regular city hat.
I'd end this moment to be with you
Through morphic oceans I'd lay here with you
Muppet wrote:
Unfortunately, for me, that statement is terrifyingly true. I'm honest enough to say that Wayne and his Blue Nun made quite an impact on me, and created a habit that was only broken when Salvation released "Thunderbird" and got me on the evil Red Label stuff.... impressionable, moi???
Never want to taste either again now, thank the gods!
Weren't you a bit of an imitator ?
(says the boy who once thought he was so totally goth )
Youth...
Look, stop it. The only reason I had Carl Mccoy ski-goggles... or Hussey-esque riding boots... or a cowboy hat, were for practical, not fashion purposes.
And going back to the Thunderbird business, can anyone confirm something... might just be an urban myth, how many types were there? I know of the Blue Label (pish), and the legendary Red Label - (now there was a MANS drink!! ) - but was there ever a Black Lable one??? And if so, did anyone ever survive drinking it????
i remember there being a blue and a red label, but a black label i never heard of. do you remember "night train" ? came in a different shaped bottle from t'bird and was made of apples as opposed to pears? that got banned for it's lethal inebriating properties.
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
Never heard of T'Bird black label, alas, although a large portion of my life seems to have been spent ordering Donnington Brainstorms in disreputable bars up and down the country. A mixture of T'bird and vodka, since you ask - about half and half. Best results achieved when you use Morrison's own brand vodka (you don't want to throw up anything too expensive!).
Whatever happened to MadDog 20/20? Not sure what the 20/20 stood for, but it sure as f*ck wasn't your eyesight after a couple of bottles. I liked the pink grapefruit variety myself...
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
Thunderbird RED Label was my tipple of choice {not that I was ever a GOFF}, got me superdooperdrunk for much cheepness , with a dap or two of "Weterhails cocaine" most nights were very jolly indeed
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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!!"
Should've drank ThunderbirdLibby, that leaves you with absolutely NO memory
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!!"
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most nights were very jolly indeed 
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