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Post by purplenasty77 on Jan 9, 2008 0:42:19 GMT
i would go along with all of that ; tis a good thread !
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Post by Micvicdab on Jan 9, 2008 0:59:27 GMT
Yes !! by jingo, we are enjoying a kind of freedom on this thread that would have seemed laughable only minutes ago, but one can never take this new won liberalism as a given!!.. Always be aware that Anabdab is probarbly out there poised like a flock of Dolphins, or something, ready to snatch our independance from us like a what'd ya call it.
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Post by Micvicdab on Jan 9, 2008 1:10:17 GMT
Dash it all Billy, you know what the "huh" motto is..."You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!!"
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Post by anabdab on Jan 9, 2008 18:46:47 GMT
Yes !! by jingo, we are enjoying a kind of freedom on this thread that would have seemed laughable only minutes ago, but one can never take this new won liberalism as a given!!.. Always be aware that Anabdab is probarbly out there poised like a flock of Dolphins, or something, ready to snatch our independance from us like a what'd ya call it.
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Post by anabdab on Jan 9, 2008 18:59:33 GMT
Probarbly? Independance? I hate to be pedantic (actually, that`s a lie) but I really couldn`t let those two howlers pass by without due censure. As for being "poised like a flock of dolphins", you have to remember that there are people reading this stuff for whom English is a second language, Australians, for example. With that in mind I think it behoves us to make sure that the grimmer and spolling we use is fit for porpoise so as not to cause confucious.
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Post by anabdab on Jan 9, 2008 19:02:55 GMT
Sorry, just realised I`m on the wrong thread again. Must learn to mind my own business. I`m off back to the Huhtel California
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Post by anabdab on Jan 9, 2008 19:05:22 GMT
I like beer, me.
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Post by Billyb on Jan 9, 2008 20:19:41 GMT
"Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think."
'A Shropshire Lad (1896) #62' by A. E. Housman
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Post by purplenasty77 on Jan 9, 2008 22:28:58 GMT
sort yerself out you hellhound ; your going off message again ; do a punk quote
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Post by Billyb on Jan 10, 2008 0:24:21 GMT
Bit of Culture...
What's wrong with that?
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Post by purplenasty77 on Jan 10, 2008 0:29:20 GMT
i don't know where to start ! lol
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Post by andiprey on Jan 10, 2008 9:47:25 GMT
Royal dutch larger, Tripple Vintage cider, home made scrumpy from the offy in West Rd.
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Post by rickxprey on Jan 10, 2008 14:26:08 GMT
Triple vintage...Merrydown, i belive was good!! srumpy from West Rd was also good, but Royal Dutch....... what was the name of that cheap whisky we used to buy from North Rd offy for our Monday party.....cheap but effective enough to produce some very spontaneous antics. best of all was the free drink liberated from our practise sessions at the zero.
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Post by anabdab on Jan 10, 2008 18:36:54 GMT
All this talk of alcohol seems to have roused my slumbering memory. Just had a vision of me and TC starting a Thursday evening at an offy on that long road on Canvey, the name of which escapes me. A bottle of wine each to sustain us on the long train journey to Southend. 4 or 5 pints of lager for me and a similar number of bottles of Newky Broon for TC at the Aristocrat and then on to Scamps to see whoever was on. I think it was Tenpole Tudor though it may have been the new Vicars, or it might have been the Beatles, though that seems unlikely. Come to think of it we may have been playing there in the Abdabs, I really can`t recall.
What I do remember, more or less for certain, is that after an unspecified number of pints the bouncer prised us from the bar and informed us, in the immortal words of Andy Pandy that it was time to go home.
A cursory examination of the contents of our pockets revealed that any form of public transport was not an option. Consequently we decided to employ shanks' pony to see us safely back to HQ. I`ll carry with me to the grave the image of TC, fast asleep, walking as surefootedly as a conscious person down Essex Way. No word of a lie the man was in the land of nod yet he accomplished the descent as assuredly as a mountain goat, needing only the occassional prod to steer him clear of oncoming milkfloats.
Don`t know if he ever got home but I fetched up chez anabdab at about 4am, got woken up at 6 by the alarm clock and went to work at some godawfull factory on charfleets. As it happened I may as well have stayed in bed coz they sacked me for being useless at whatever it was I was supposed to have been doing.
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Post by davetherave on Jan 10, 2008 19:09:31 GMT
I once witnessed a certain Micvicdab being physically carried from his drumstool in an extremly refreshed state after finishing a Kingsnakes set at the Monico.
I drum therefore I drink being the motto of some class drummers in the area, Buzz Barwell springs easily to mind.
It was the Lee Brilleaux influence what done it, that boy new how to drink and play. A proper legend.
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