chrisp65

MJMooney did go to the trouble of printing the lyrics rather than some modern affectation of 'linking'.

I do now have a mental picture of Mr M as a short rotund jolly welshman in black and white.

For what it's worth, I'd be banning umbrellas and I wouldn't look kindly on the use of the word soccer. People that say 'soccer' suggest to me they have to distinguish 'football' from their own oddly shaped perversions. I think we've agreed elsewhere what we are doing with perverts.

Nobody fit and well gets benefits without contributing somehow. They can pick litter, paint, help out in care homes. a million jobs that need doing. No fit and able people 'on the dole' with economic migrant workers getting low wage jobs. That's not a downer on foreign types, they are more than welcome. But let's not bring people in to do the jobs some of us can't be arsed with.

I really really don't read the Daily Heil.

I'd stop all state funding of art or art 'installations'. I loves a bit of art me, but the thought of paying some tit from Guatemala or Belgium or wherever to come over here and interpret modern living through the medium of kites...aargh. Artists are supposed to suffer in the hope of being discovered.

Women stopping at the bottom of escalators or in shop doorways can legitimately be pushed over and then you can shout 'see what you made me do?' at them.

Niche internet dating sites to allow you a good look at the merchandise without the tedium of signing up via a verified e-mail address. Obviously I base this on pure speculation as to what I presume probably happens.

I'd be happy for Forest to do well (i.e. finish one place below us).

First game I can remember at VP was against Forest. I was stood high up on the black ash of the Holte watching the waves of marauding hoolies outside chasing each other back and fore. Then all combined running through the gardens of the terraced houses that used to be there to avoid a mounted police cavalry charge. It's not very pc and my opinion would be different now, but at the time I thought it was all just fantastic and exciting.

I'd be an excellent and mostly benign dictator.

Rule 1: No saggy trousers showing boxer shorts.

Rule 2: Free ice cream based products on sunny Friday's for anyone with a proper job (Magnums incur a 20p surcharge). Proper job to be defined by me.

Rule 3: Adopted / adapted from Tony's earlier post elsewhere, take the baseball cap off unless you are a) playing baseball special needs

I dont understand why some people have to wear their caps back to front ? ( the Americans do it all the time )

I mean FFS, if that is what turns you on or if you think that makes you look cool then why stop at the hat ? why not wear your pants and shirt back to front as well and look REALLY COOL.

Yeah, I know there will be some VT people that do this but, hey this is only my opinion right ?

unless you are William Hague or the sun is shining and burning your retinas and you can't afford a decent pair of sunglasses , why wear a cap at all ?

they are going on the banned list when I rule the universe

Yes, caps go on the clothing banned list.

Droopy trousers too.

Some days I just want to walk the streets with a megaphone shouting 'pull up your trousers and lose the cap homeboy'.

I'm just worried I'd mess up and shout 'drop your trousers and pull my cap' or something equally unfortunate.

We could say stuff like that about anything.

Why does anyone bother to wear nice clothes. We could all just wear tracksuits and be much more comfortable.

But if we all did that it would make it much harder to know at a glance whether you were in liverpool or not.

My work experience was at a timber yard.

During my induction tour I witnessed somebody gangnail gun their hand to a timber roof truss. It made me realise that I didn't want a job that involved use of a nail gun. So on the whole, worth going.

I blame the parents.

No, really.

There is every chance the kid has had a sheltered life, no pocket money job, no interaction with a wide range of adults, no need to set an alarm clock and prepare clothes for the next day. So potentially, after two days in the deep end of adult life, he hasn't been able to hack it.

I started my first pocket money job aged 12 and had to walk across a working dock in the evenings to get there. Aged 14 I was working weekends as a kitchen hand in a hotel. By the time I did work experience at 16 I arranged my own work experience in the wages office of a timber yard. I had the experience to realise it was indoors, the nouse to know office work hours didn't interfere with my paid work and the confidence to sort out my own contacts for work experience.

I suspect the same route today would require 3 months of CRB checks and an exemption under the euro working time directives.

Two days is nowhere near enough time for either party to form an opinion. Patience and empathy and fairness. Failing that, do him up the wrong 'un.

The violence in Drive was purposefully done to be uncomfortable viewing. The director specifically asked another director (I want to say Cronenburg) who is renowned for very full on gore how he would do the graphic violent scenes, as they wanted violence that would shock the audience, it's a pretty integral aspect of the film imo.

Yeah I can see that, it's extreme in the way he is ordinarily utterly controlled.

I don't do film crit to quite your level, but yes, I can see the message and I do accept the arguement. The problem's mine. But I've just got a weak point, really struggle with graphic realistic violence. The head being slammed repeatedly in the car door at the end of Lock Stock, really really difficult viewing for me.

Slapstick violence ( C5's The Walking Dead), no problem.

It's a really bizarre hang up when your fave films includes the likes of Reservoir Dogs, Casino, Drive etc..

Chris, have you ever watched 'Spartacus : Blood & Sand' ?

No, not seen that one. I suspect that may contain one small violent scene too many?

Really like Reservoir Dogs, but the cop torture just goes that little bit too far for me. I suspect I may be a girl.

I wear safety boots. Because I work in a factory shop floor, strangely.

A nice new pair of Dickies for me a couple of weeks back.

I jumped down into a trench I thought contained clay - it was actually a broken sewage pipe.

Climbed out of trench, prized off boots and left them on the side of the site hut.

Watched The Damned United last night.

I'd have to say I was disappointed. A bit two dimensional, a 90 minute impersonation.

Watched Drive the night before, thought it was beautiful. I'm just a smidge uncomfortable with that uber violence that just feels one stamp or one blood spurt too many.

You are a star!

I had a hooky copy of this and lost it and never knew what it was to go get another copy.

cheers

Right, so finally I've actually found someone who I like on POF and I think likes me. Which is **** rare I tell you!

We've been chatting quite a lot over the past few days and each message is just getting bigger and bigger. To a point where they are taking 20-30 minutes to write.

Only issue is she is a student in Birmingham but has finished for the year, she's now gone home and will be back in a month or two. So i'm not too sure whether it would be best to kind of tone down the messages until we get in a situation where we can meet, or to just keep them going the way they are?

I don't really want to run the risk of getting to know each other so much over the internet, that when we do eventually meet it would just seem a bit strange and awkward? I remember someone saying (possibly B6) that it's best to not speak so much over the internet and to just go meet each other, as there could be no chemistry or whatever when you do meet.

What do you think?

Mr Face, I'm really sorry to do this to you, but I am the Birmingham Student.

That thing I made you do to prove you are genuine? That going in the Phunnays tomorrow. Now wash your hands.

'home' I'm on 3

places wot I've lived in, 6

clearly I'm not the adventurous type

The Abbey, in Minster, Isle of Sheppey.

My ringtone goes "Ring, ring". Like a phone.

If I want to hear a song I'll play a CD.

yep, same here, except mine is set to silent except 3 or 4 people that are set to over ride silent with a boring old school 'ring ring'

I don't have a single piece of music or 'app' added to my phone that wasn't on it in the box

My mother in law is fed up with the feuding neighbours either side of her. They are in a constant spat come low level dispuite and trying to get her to take sides.

To the one side, the Romans. To the other, the Brittens.

I can only suggest that anybody using one of those electric quit smoking gadgets gives the surface to air missile batteries around the Olympic Park a wide berth.

Oh, and try not to be a Brazilian plumber too, and don't send any sarcastic texts about blowing up the hot dog booth.

Tinkins Wood Stoneage Burial Chamber and a Pylon.

Another drive by that I'll pencil in for a longer visit to give the composition a bit more thought.

met Mark R a good few years ago. I didn't know who he was, he didn't know whether I was in any way important (which obviously I wasn't) or key to the meeting. He was just a really nice bloke, gave me loads of time, talked eloquently about the training facilities at Lords which we were there to study (er, copy and claim a fee for as specialist designers), gave me contact details if I had anymore questions and went and got me a drink and then talked about non cricket stuff happily all evening. Just a totally grounded nice guy.

I went all Methodist Socialist Vegetarian around about 1984.

Hence the Methodist propoganda earlier in the thread?

Come on, bit of an open secret which side of the fence I'm on, that's hardly detective work. At least I've never tried to push lettuce on anyone.

Agree with the banning of 'faith' schools. The idea of needing to pretend to be Catholic or whatever to access decent education is just wrong.

Pick n mix the bits you like from life religion and politics, rationalise out the out dated bits or bits that don't suit your lifestyle and crack on.

I clearly went to a different kind of comp to some of you guys.

We did RE and it was used as a sort of catch all lesson covering the background to religion generally, hopping around the interesting bits of five or six faiths, plus 'personal development' which looking back was a sort of know your rights taster, then it covered sex education, basic philosophy etc etc.. At no point did anyone even remotely try to tell us that any particular faith was right, wrong or nuts.

From memory, and we're talking late 70's early 80's, there was a letter went out to parents offering an opt out for the 'religious' parts of morning assembly and RE. You could do all the law / sex / philosophy bits and then pop down the school library on the weeks they did Islam or Bhudism.

Perhaps I just went to one of those trendy lefty non competitive 70's schools I've heard about.

Come to think about it, the only subject my school took seriously was rugby. Rugby **** union be all and end all of that school's interest in anything.

Then, perhaps out of perverse rebelion at my achingly knowing trendy school and conservative secular upbringing, I went all Methodist Socialist Vegetarian around about 1984.

I've probably been to more SFA gigs than any other band, from small pre tour warm ups, local community halls, Brixton Academy, to the Royal Festival Hall.

Never had a duff gig, but some have just been off the scale euphoric.

When are you too old for 'gigs'?

I ask, because I'm a fair ****' age now. My missus won't go to many gigs anymore (she's making an exception for Billy Bragg), but I've still got a few remaining gig buddies. I've noticed at a few things lately a real mix of ages in the audience, literally from students to pensioners. To answer my own question, I guess I can still go see Dexys and Alabama 3 but it's best to avoid JLS and Jessie J.

when I bought my first house we were financially on our arses for a few years

one day we had a knock on the door and were told that soon all the meters in our little area were being changed and could we make sure we were in on one of a few specified days.

The day came, the new meter was installed, set on all zeros.

The next time a bill came it was accompanied by a letter pointing out our meter reading was only 'x' but our previous bill had presumed 'y' - please don't let it get so overpaid again, here's a cheque for £2,000

We kept that money parked in a bank account for a whole year expecting them to spot their own mistake. Never did, £2,000 in 1990 was a significant stash. Spent it in the end on drugs and loose women (or was it furniture? I forget now).