Me and Parvati

Something to blow on to attract sailors.... Will they get it?

Ukraine for me, Dame Edna on Steroids!

I had both lobes pierced in 1976, some place in George St, blokes generally only had one ear done, but it was the same price for two piercings, and you had to buy two studs, so... And I was cool as fuck!

Men Without Hats - Safety Dance

Can't believe I'm the first one to make the 'Ring of Fire' connection. Just can't come up with the joke. Matron!

There we go.

At the risk of resurrecting a previous thread, any good amp repair technicians in Aberdeen, (solid state)?

Oscar Wilde (reformed homosexual) o_O

I second that Huzzah! and hope everyone has a great time, and that any hangovers are mild! Jim.

That's the Way God Planned It - Billy Preston

Someone bought the jack-in-the-box for my oldest son, I can't remember who, but although I seem to remember Adam (and his brothers) thought it fun, I always had a Ray Bradbury frisson about it. In fact, I remember having to have the lid closed if it was in the room, and even then I could imagine that face inside the box..... Shudder.

Paul Weller - Sweet Pea, My Sweet Pea(ches) Well, I thought it worked.....

Bathtime in Clerkenwell, The Real Tuesday Weld always makes me smile (yes, I know what it's about) or anything at all by Slim Gaillard. Voutaroonie!

Slight digression; has anybody else replaced vinyl with a cd, yet still find yourself expecting a track to jump at the usual place, where it's jumped on the scratched lp for the last 35 years? And those bits on 'We're Only In It For The Money' won't make anybody shit themselves like I did when playing the copy I borrowed from my (obsessive audiophile) mate for the first time...

In a sort of response to Shaki, I tend to the idea that cds, or rather cd players have put an end to the idea of an 'album'. Playing vinyl meant in most cases starting at the first track on the side and playing it through. To skip a track or to play one again meant getting off your backside, going over to the deck, picking up the arm and placing it where you wanted; tapes were even more hassle. Now a prod of a button skips, plays again, at random, or with MP3 players, starts another album entirely. I know I tend to skip my less favourite tracks now, whereas with lps they were left to play on.

Seaside Shuffle, Terry Dactyl & the Dinosaurs

I used to have Syds' face painted in chiaroscuro on my workshop door, I was mightily pleased with the result.. 'Fa's he?' quoth father. 'Syd Barrett', I reply. 'Anither bliddy hippy' Ah, well, no more. Sad news.

Definitely whittling for me. Mebbe the most moving song ever, JC doing 'the first time ever I saw your face', thinking of him and June, too much, I'm an auld safty.

Jesus, these went round so fast you couldn't read the label! UK: Ronnie Hilton, No Other Love US: Perry (God of Rock) Como, Hot Diggity. Far's yer 'thump-skelp thump-skelp' noo?

Ah, those Grammar lads, clivver, eh? (Basks in reflected glory - I was a 'temporary assistant janitor' at the Grammar for a whole fortnight. Wedderburn had retired by then, though)

Stop, I'm sair laughing, hae some mercy on an aul' man....

Murder = not funny. But put yourself in her position, not just at that moment, but for 36 years. Think how she felt two seconds later. Then imagine the music, over and over, plus 'Elton! Elton! Elton!' Poor buggers, both of them. But I still smiled. I'm a nasty shit. Ask anyone.

Just be grateful Alan Cynic's out of the country.........