Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
And to all the ankle biters and rugrats here In 1984 , I was a mere six teen years old and I couldn't go on the Body and Soul tour, cos my boss at my job told me if I went, I'd be fired. I was a YTS ( Youth training scheme) at a music shop in Liverpool, which has since closed down and became part of some poncey FHM / GQ wanna be fashion store. I had to wait til October for my first Seestas encounter live.
Walked home with Hussey cos the band where staying in a ... and thats another story.
"It was great that Kurt Cobain shot himself when he did..cos without that ,we'd have no Foo Fighters today" :Ramone, Little Lebowski Urban Achiever. November 2008
Burn wrote:
can't decide which one was better...i prefered Glasgow for the audience...but Edinburgh was cool for a home town gig...
Edinburgh for me for a couple of reasons.
1. My first Sisters gig
2. Meeting that special someone
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
Aye.......all right.........don't rub it in.......I know you met Anne-Marie that night
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:
Aye.......all right.........don't rub it in.......I know you met Anne-Marie that night
Please correct me if i'm wrong but i think i'm detecting a slight tinge of the green eyed monster here
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
scotty wrote:
Aye.......all right.........don't rub it in.......I know you met Anne-Marie that night
Please correct me if i'm wrong but i think i'm detecting a slight tinge of the green eyed monster here
she's his most very favourite peace of manto, so tread carefully
"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
Fix wrote:
Please correct me if i'm wrong but i think i'm detecting a slight tinge of the green eyed monster here
she's his most very favourite peace of manto, so tread carefully
Do you think now's a good time to remind him that she touched me?
Carefull................you're talking about one of the Women I Love
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!!"
DerekR wrote:
Do you think now's a good time to remind him that she touched me?
Carefull................you're talking about one of the Women I Love
Get over it Scotty we've all had her. -nothing to write home about.
I'll see you tomorrow Mr Broon
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:
Carefull................you're talking about one of the Women I Love
Get over it Scotty we've all had her. -nothing to write home about.
I'll see you tomorrow Mr Broon
Aye, she wisnae up fur some 'in through the out door' action
"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
James Blast wrote:Aye, she wisnae up fur some 'in through the out door' action
You obviously didn't ask properly then
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
Call me Sherlock but am i also detecting a fellow Scotsman here?
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
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!!"
You may be slightly taller..................but you'll never be as big
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!!"
You may be slightly taller..................but you'll never be as big
don't you mean Thick?
you'll never be as Thick
Are we talking "Girth"?.............or lack of academic qualifications?
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:Are we talking "Girth"?.............or lack of academic qualifications?
i'll opt for the academic nonsense
I concede
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!!"
Will all you needle dicks STF and keep the vortex going!
James Blast wrote:
scotty wrote:
Pat wrote:
Get over it Scotty we've all had her. -nothing to write home about.
I'll see you tomorrow Mr Broon
Aye, she wisnae up fur some 'in through the out door' action
"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
In 1984 , I was a mere six teen years old and I couldn't go on the Body and Soul tour, cos my boss at my job told me if I went, I'd be fired. I was a YTS ( Youth training scheme) at a music shop in Liverpool, which has since closed down and became part of some poncey FHM / GQ wanna be fashion store. I had to wait til October for my first Seestas encounter live. 
