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Post by Collie on Mar 2, 2007 0:16:02 GMT
Coles Corner - Richard Hawley. Sounds like the sort of thing your parents might listen to, but I absolutely love this song.
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Post by Mike on Mar 2, 2007 14:12:25 GMT
Arctic Monkeys - Brainstorm
Not bad at all...
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becca
'An Agreeable Chap/Non-chap'
i should be so lucky
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Post by becca on Mar 5, 2007 17:01:04 GMT
the specials - too much too young i don't know why.
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Post by Collie on Mar 5, 2007 17:20:01 GMT
I've been listening to loads of The Specials lately. Fecking brilliant stuff! Their version of 'Enjoy Yourself' is now my anthem. I play it to remind myself not to be a miserable sod! www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsSG-Ctf9bw
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Post by Collie on Apr 18, 2007 10:52:57 GMT
Currently, my head is full of Madness. Not lunacy, but as in the band Madness. Great stuff.
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Miss_C
'The Recognised Non-Cretin'
Excuse me, do you f**k as well as you dance?
Posts: 475
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Post by Miss_C on May 16, 2007 20:17:04 GMT
Speed Of Pain - Marilyn Manson. Not sure where my brains remebered that from
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Miss_C
'The Recognised Non-Cretin'
Excuse me, do you f**k as well as you dance?
Posts: 475
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Post by Miss_C on Jun 6, 2007 20:35:00 GMT
Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight
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Post by Collie on Jun 28, 2007 19:25:40 GMT
"Hersham boys, Hersham boys, laced up boots and corduroys ..... Hersham Boys, Hersham Boys, they call us the cockney cowboys'.
How great were Sham 69? If you need further convincing: 'Hurry Up Harry', 'Borstal Breakout' and 'If the Kids are United' will do the job.
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Post by Collie on Jul 1, 2007 15:22:13 GMT
"Woman" - The Anti-Nowhere League. A song for that special lady in your life...... just don't forget to run half-way through the song or that same lady will probably smash you about the head.
I think it deserves going in the Top 100 song list.
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Post by GFDG on Aug 19, 2007 13:47:29 GMT
Admin's Edit.
I have replaced this shyster's spam with some thrilling literature instead. Here is an extract from the ever popular and exciting book 'The Splendid Spur' by that well known author Arthur T. Quiller Couch, 1897.
"'Twas about five in the evening, and I still laboring along, when, over the low hedge to my right, a man on a sorrel mare leap'd easily as a swallow, and alighted some ten paces or less in front of me; where he dismounted and stood barring my path. The muzzle of his pistol was in my face before I could lay hand to my own.
"Good evening!" said I.
"You have money about you, doubtless," growled the man curtly, and in a voice that made me start. For by his voice and figure in the dusk I knew him for Captain Settle: and in the sorrel with the high white stocking I recognized the mare, Molly, that poor Anthony Killigrew had given me almost with his last breath.
The bully did not know me, having but seen me for an instant at "The Crown," and then in very different attire.
"I have but a few poor coins," I answer'd.
"Then hand 'em over."
"Be shot if I do!" said I in a passion; and pulling out a handful from my pocket, I dash'd them down in the road."
Who doesn't want to read on hey?
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Post by FDSF on Aug 19, 2007 13:48:10 GMT
ADMIN'S EDIT:
I'd like to take the opportunity to remove the spam and replace it with something more fitting. Here is Chaper VIII of The Dens of London Exposed, 1848. A thrilling read for sure.
CHAPTER VIII
THE GAMING TABLE.
THE cards had been in constant motion,-either two or three, or more, engaged with them during the whole of the evening. The card party was now augmented to about sixteen or eighteen, all players and betters, not one of whom could boast of such a thing as a shirt, save the landlord, who at this moment presided as director in chief of the ceremonies, every deference being paid to the lord of the house, as "Master this," and " Master that," and "Master the other." Twopence to fourpence was the sum which each put down at every stake, and it was astonishing to observe how rapidly the coins were transported from one pocket to another. "D— it," says a match-seller, "there goes eighteen-[-61-]pence. I brought in two shillings, I'll now not have enough left for my Sunday's dinner." All this was said with the most perfect good humour, and at the same time putting down the other stake. Occasionally one of those fiend-like looks, which are said to be so conspicious at the splendid hells, might be seen stealing even across this low swindling table. But, upon the whole, the party was very sociable, winning and losing their money with the utmost equanimity of temper. We observed more than one put down their last penny, and then light their pipes and walk out, puffing and humming away, in search of more.
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Miss_C
'The Recognised Non-Cretin'
Excuse me, do you f**k as well as you dance?
Posts: 475
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Post by Miss_C on Aug 19, 2007 15:52:31 GMT
What the hell is happening round here at the moment?
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Post by Collie on Aug 20, 2007 13:40:44 GMT
Sales of 'Retard Pills' have reached a new high apparently. That's what happens when you buy those pills from anonymous sellers that supposedly boost your manhood by 4 inches overnight.
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Post by Obi on Aug 21, 2007 11:35:20 GMT
its not a song i recognise.. whos it by?
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Miss_C
'The Recognised Non-Cretin'
Excuse me, do you f**k as well as you dance?
Posts: 475
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Post by Miss_C on Sept 9, 2007 20:43:36 GMT
Don't let the sun go down on me....
Elton John?
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