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• #92053
Sorry, you’re all wrong. Lionel Ritchie’s ‘Hello’ is the all time top chuck-bucket filler.
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• #92054
Sorry, you’re all wrong. Lionel Ritchie’s ‘Hello’ (with it without the video) is the all time top chuck-bucket filler.
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• #92055
One for the people with silly names thread
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• #92056
That particular track was the reason for what I did to Swindon.
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• #92057
I heard that (Slowhandwipe) Crapton left the Poosbreakers to collaborate with George Hairybum on “While my Starfish gently weeps”
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• #92058
What did you do to Swindon?
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• #92059
bravo.
"Lay Down a cable, Sally"
etc.
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• #92060
Anything done to Swindon is an improvement, and therefore isn't deserved.
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• #92061
Like the old joke "a freak tornado hit Canvey and has obliterated half the island, early estimates are that it has caused millions of pounds worth of improvements."
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• #92062
First Slough
Yes, but with HE, not incendiary. Anything currently standing has already proven itself resistant to the hottest curries.
On a serious note, all the people who complained about the brutalist stuff must be kicking themselves now that it has been replaced with infantile post moderrnism
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• #92063
ha
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• #92064
But at least they didn't inflict 'wonderful tonight' on an undeserving planet. It's a close call between that and 'lady in red' as to which most makes me want to napalm Basingstoke.
Any excuse to repost
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ofq_nl366VM
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• #92065
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• #92066
Not the first to suggest this...
First Slough
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It's not their fault that they are mad,
They've tasted Hell.It's not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It's not their fault they often go
To MaidenheadAnd talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead.In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.(John Betjeman)
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• #92067
hahaha
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• #92068
Have you seen Swindon?
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• #92069
Why, is it missing?
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• #92070
I can put up a few posters here if it helps. More eyes the betterer.
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• #92071
If only...
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• #92072
I am indeed of and from that parish. Condolences always welcomed.
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• #92073
Wow! Best five and a half minutes of my day so far, thanks for this
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• #92074
Why isn't this an Olympic sport?
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• #92075
Incredible.
You take that back!
Careless Whisper is a stone cold classic.