Red EnZed

I like the way you call her your Judy. Me grandad always used to call me birds me Judy. But he's dead now

How long's this been doing the rounds? It's fake. A camera trick. Like the performancs he put in at the WC this year. Nice boots though.

Ta :yes:

I haven't got a sister, and although young Sophie looks kind of freakishly elfin, in a goblin of the forest type of way, she's the kind of freaky elfin forest goblin I'd do without a moment's hesitation.

Orange Juice of course first appeared on Alan Horne's Postcard Records label - a vehicle for new, young Scottish bands - "The Sound of Young Scotland". Prime candidates amongst them being Josef K, who split amidst the fallout of Postcard's demise, as the likes of Orange Juice and Aztec Camera headed for pastures new and the majors, leaving singer Paul Haig to try his luck as a solo artist. He even bruised the low ends of the top 75 with alternative 80's floor filler, Heaven Sent. Seen here though performing Justice in 1981. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEfdtT4oM0g&search=paul%20haig

Been following that blog for a couple of months now and it's really starting to snowball. Can only be good for all the other forums because people are leaving KokTalk in droves. The fat S** lovin, scouser hating cunt is really starting to lose it, and it's about time.

We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one motherfuckin' charmin' pig. It'd have to be the Cary Grant of pigs.

Can't see them winning bugger all with McClaren regardless of who wears the armband.

I was hoping to spark a lively debate on how Brett evolved into Brad.

The lies just get funnier and more stupid by the day. It's like listening to a 9yr old bullshittin' his mates in the playground about what he's getting for xmas. Funnier still are the replies to that thread on KokTalk from (what you'd assume to be) grown men thinking it's a reality. :D

It's 'check out the big brain on Brett' (Brett being the guy in the chair who Jules delivers his 'if you hear that shit, that's your ass' sermon to. As you were.

Yep. M. Night Shitamillion scores high every time. He insists on adding a 'twist' to his films. Unfortunately, you can see them marching up to the plot with ill-deserved confidence from a mile off. Watched 6th Sense in the States before it got a UK release. Was amazed at the oohs, aaahs and 'oh, my god's!' coming from people at the end. You could be forgiven for not realising old Brucie bought it after the first scene, maybe even after the second, but to not get it when the little shitwick says "I see DEAD PEOPLE!" is just plain dumb. Signs is worse than the Village. One of only a few films that I've ever walked out on.

Yep. I've been there. Silvery Tay my arse! And everyone looks like the Proclaimers, even the girls. It did provide me with the Associates in my youth though, so I'll let it off. Just a short stumble back to Vodafone HQ for you after the semis.

Care to expand, big fella? Surely can't be the fondness for the hard stuff. Speaking of which: fancy the Firkin for the quarters and semis?

I only said probably not - got no idea really. Just that the name Threlfall is a derivative of a viking/norse name, ergo from Viking stock. Erik the Bastard I like to think. Olaf the Twat. That sort of thing.

Mum's side: Vikings originally, probably not the marauding/raping/pillaging type, but the settlers who ended up in the nth east and then eventually made their way across the penines to Lancashire. No exact people but from about 17th C onwards, ,have most of the names.* Dad's side: All from around Dundee. Grt Grandparents had canning factory around there. Grandfather moved to Liverpool in the shipbuilding boom. * Found out most of that from a guy I met in Renmark, South Australia (middle of nowhere). Met him by chance thru a 2nd-cousin on a trip to the outback a few years ago. Purely by accident I found out his surname was same as me mums (Threlfall) which is a name peculiar to Lancashire. Turned out he was 2nd cousin of me mum! Small world. He'd been researching his family tree for years and had it all laid out on paper.

Your welcome. Glad you like it.

I love it but voted don't believe the hype cos i'm fucked off having to get up at 3am to watch it.

This do? http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/RedEnZed/Kooks_1280_1024.jpg

I don't get home often, only every couple of years or so, cos it's so expensive. Me mum and dad, and some of me mates don't really see it. I notice the deterioration , places I used to hang out and that, all run down and shitty. Suppose it's like not noticing the people around you getting older, but when you see someone for first time after a few years you see it straight away. Keep seeing blokes and thinking "I know him from somewhere" - and then realise that every lad with a footie shirt on, skinhead and hate-filled face looks exactly the same. Town's alright now tho. When I was a kid, town was on its arse and everyone drank local. Now the local places are just shitholes full of murderous looking kids and slappers. Mind you, town got a bit leary on Saturday night after England's opener. Doubt Crocky and Norris Green are gonna be on my des-res list if I move back. Anfield, especialy around Priory Rd/Utting Ave/Pinehurst Ave used to be a real nice place to live too. Just horrible now.

Cheers. Me dad reckoned it would be gangs but he mostly talks bollocks. Crocky was always bad news but Norris Green was alright. Me nan lived on East Lancs Rd. Used to have a girlfriend in Kirkby and hated having to change buses at Gilmoss on the way back. You could see the hordes getting restless.

I was back at me mum's last few weeks and went down to Showcase to catch a film. Popped into Finnigans afterward for a pint (it was either that or MacDonalds!). Drove past the next day and it'd burned down! Left that afternoon. Anyone know what happened?

I will be in Liverpool on Fri (2nd) for about 16 days. Staying at me mum's in Anfield (Oakdene Rd). Any bar recommendations for town? Can't be arsed going local, grew up in all those. Allerton Rd I've heard is good these days but I could be mistaken. I used to hang out in Lark Lane in me poncey teenage years. Is it still full of students?

Nah, barely remember him really. Just one of those guys you spend your school days with but without really making friends. It was a big school and I spent most of me time sagging or trying not to get battered.

He was in school with me (Annie Comp)