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.
The really great thing is chaps, Debs isn't even kidding!
You go for it girl!
I had to do this thread as I love the light nights we get Up Here (and to a lesser extent, even Down There) in summer. On a clear night I can see the Campsies (hills near Glesga to the uninitiated ) silhouetted against a sky that never gets really dark. Sun to the North - fab
At the recent McHeartland do it came to closing time and we (or at least I) didn't even realise it because the sky was not dark... ok possibly this also had something to do with the amount of bevvy consumed but....
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
boudicca wrote:At the recent McHeartland do it came to closing time and we (or at least I) didn't even realise it because the sky was not dark... ok possibly this also had something to do with the amount of bevvy consumed but....
Yeah, you were really putting it away weren't you?
And you may want to fix the spelling in your thread title, you're confusing the poor Germans...
I'm sorry Debs, he's from Edininge' boro
I'm sorry Claire, he's from Go-van
"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
boudicca wrote:At the recent McHeartland do it came to closing time and we (or at least I) didn't even realise it because the sky was not dark... ok possibly this also had something to do with the amount of bevvy consumed but....
Yeah, you were really putting it away weren't you?
I meant the bevvy consumed BY YOUSE!
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
I have nae prob wi that... Claire, you say it like it's a bad thing
"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
Nice one Claire, something worth celebrating for a change. How come the shops ain't full of Summer Solstice cards? Don't answer that one.
Although its about as happy as a p1ss wet through day in Hell can possibly be. Twas ever thus, and all that.
@ Ramone - have y'all self a groovy time in the US. Although as a rule I find those city supporting muppets a joke, anything from the first album is perfectly acceptable, so credit to you on your quote mate
*Dave drifts off humming the tune to the last track, for some reason*
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
"North" , you're a bloody Southerner to some of us
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!!"
9while9 wrote:
What time does the the sun set in Hell, I mean where you are Scotty?....
, it doesn't really , we just get some token Grey Dark from about Half One 'till about Half Three, the Birds only get about Half an hours sleep
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!!"
"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
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!!"
Eskimos
Polar Bears
Santa
One Wee Free minister
Maybe 10 guys on an oil rig
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!!"
"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
, you're a bloody Southerner to some of us 
, we just get some token Grey Dark from about Half One 'till about Half Three, the Birds only get about Half an hours sleep 
