TelecasterSam

Whoa Dave .... when were Palestine, Iceland, or Greece EVER Axis members, affiliates, satellites or sympathisers ? (I'd mention Lebanon too, but I'm not sure about them) That's doing those countries a disservice surely....... .... you deserve a slapped wrist and sending to the back of the class...

yeah... Mr Gary Collins ? ..... keep that shit for your numerous wanking sessions

Tat - Poo ...... oh dear, you just got to laugh !(IF, its true... well it is The Sun) http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3967502/Tatt-poo-for-cheating.html

Having an injured and sore middle toe on my left foot..... bloody throbbing like hell.... bandage on it, and struggling to get sock or shoe on my foot..... ggrrrr ! (go see nurse tomorra morn though!)

Yes Alan, We have a Antoni Student violin 3/4 size to suit a child aged 6-10 years, to you....£30.00

the who guys ? ..... er scotch is a drink, as in whisky ..... try the word Scots, then you'll have it right !

not 100% sure, but I think its ......... Roger Daltrey ??

Cement Buttocks........almost unbelieveable....... http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/15818910

Bloody cheeky DVLA......... They tell me I have to update my driving licence with a new up-to-date photo.... ok, fair enough...... so, I pay £5 for a new photo, that has to be to their specifications, ie, certain size, NO glasses, (which means it doesn't really look like me !) a light background, NO smiling, etc, etc.... Now... I already paid for the original licence, but the cheeky fucking bastards then want me to pay a further £20.... WTF

Colds can be pretty shit........ it read OK ! ...... I got my contribution almost finished but have to lay down some vocals too..... (and I can't find my bloody mic, some buggers hidden it somewhere in this damn house of clutter ! )

An obvious one....... Being there to watch your children being born (twice for me) and.... Getting to eat your last Rolo......

The story of my life...............................

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says "Hello!".. He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, 'Do you know me?' To which she replies, 'I think you're the father of one of my kids..' Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, 'Are you the stripper from the bachelor party, that I f*cked on the pool table, with all my buddies watching, while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?' She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your son's teacher.

I'd be up for that !

actually its Rap I don't like (but to me they're all the same) (isn't that a lyric?) Oh... and I'll have to count myself as weird..... sorry Teabags

I say a big yes to this.... bluesy/rock nights need a bit more exposure imo..... not everyone is into punky/grungy/shoegazey/metal/screamo/rapping...... it would be a nice breath of fresh air !

Was in the shop yesterday, well laid out, spacious, bright and nice friendly atmosphere.... can't fault it ! I, of course, was in Fender heaven, with the selection they had....and couldn't resist having a shottie of the White American 60's classic Tele with rosewood board and mint green scratchplate..... lurvely !.. (no bugger buy it plz...I'm saving ! LOL) I think when I'm in town, I'll be back in there quite often.....

http://www.aberdeen-music.com/threads/f-s-liberty-electro-acoustic.50075/

He was quite a frequent fixture in Otley when I was growing up.... He used to cycle through the town on a regular basis and stop and have a coffee, under the Buttercross at the Market Square... I spoke with him on a few occasions, very approachable, but always a bit of an eccentric, but really nice and down to earth as well... it was quite strange really.... I think in his early days, he ran discos occasionally, above the Manor House Cafe, in Manor Square.... I remember him very clearly arriving in the town after he accquired his first (cream/gold) convertible Rolls Royce.....flash git..LOL but, you can't knock him for his charity work, and his volunteer work, that he did for years, at "Jimmy's" R.I.P. Sir Jimmy Saville...... his life could be summed up with his catchphrase.... "How's about that then !"

Me...... playing an old favourite Squier Butterscotch Tele, that got nicked when my house was burgled !!!!

I'll turn my hand to just about anything in our house, cleaning wise, but I draw the line at ironing..... I hate it, and I'm pretty shite at it anyway ! (actually, another pet hate is, it ALWAYS seems to be me that stacks and unstacks the fucking dishwasher, can nobody else do it? .... just for a change)