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In fact on Nirvana riffs Tourettes takes some beating. Class lyrics too. Goes off to listen to the Wishkah album.

Best thread ever. Ticket to ride, Daytripper, Paperback writer. - The Beatles. Hey hey, my my (Into the black) - Neil Young Paint It Black - Rolling Stones

"It is sweet and honourable to die for one's country."

To add a bit of sophistication to the GF what are your favourite poems. Mine are two GCSE study poems but for whatever reason I've never forgotten them. Digging - Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun. Under my window a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To scatter new potatoes that we picked Loving their cool hardness in our hands. By God, the old man could handle a spade, Just like his old man. My grandfather could cut more turf in a day Than any other man on Toner's bog. Once I carried him milk in a bottle Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up To drink it, then fell to right away Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods Over his shoulder, digging down and down For the good turf. Digging. The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I've no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I'll dig with it. Dulce Et Decorum Est - Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

I don't believe you. Well not on the stilton front anyways.

..when I was a lad I was terrified of the MGM lion that used to be on at the start of Fame. Also tripods used to scare me as well. Were all you 80's kids big wimps like me or were you as tough as a bag of iron bars?

I was joking about not being able to see the post. Thanks tho' Alonsos Wig

I know I shouldn't but, what did he say?

I don't want a witch-hunt to get people banned, just for the endless amounts of crap spouted to stop. Lets hear what people have to say. Like I say the house fire thread has potential but people will be reluctant to post because I suspect they believe it to end in utter drivel.

Even my ignore function is limited as every thread I view is filled with, messages. Stop spamming rubbish. Some of your threads could be quite good, ie house fires and the keeper deabte. Stop turning everything to a Sami-fest you big fat mental. I'm naming no names.

Going to get a nice big block of Lockerbie matured chedder at the weekend. Croque Monsieur!

What guitar you got RIS?

Is this a thread about Pepe and Jerzy or another Hyypia fest?

Today 0900hrs - No-one on ignore list. Today 1014hrs - 1 forumite on ignore list. Oh dear.

I hate the way Radio 1 think they can push this rubbish. Scott Mills - "Just buy it and make the Hoff happy" NorthernRed - "Please just die Scott Mills and make the rest of the world happy!"

Had the Tenacious D album on the way into work. Good stuff.

..ended on the 2nd of October. This didn't get anywhere near enough publicity as it should have. Cheese is the food of the Gods. I'm an Oarkney chedder man meself. Say cheese

Scotland spawned the Proclaimers. No need to say anymore.

Sleepyhead by Mark Billingham.

She doesn't need banned. Ignore works really well for me. Would be nice if she stopped acting like a great big mental tho'.

Also why can't I add myself to my buddy list? Pah.

Or old ladies and kids!

Halloween is good for one thing and one thing only. Sitting in front of the telly with the lights off, watching old horror films you've seen a million times before with a few ales.

Really though, I think it was easier to accept the rubbish the mancs who bormbarded the site in Jan. spouted than the crap that is appearing at the minute.

It's the countless amount of utter drivel being posted. Most of it by me probably.