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Post by oldgrungewoman on Jan 5, 2005 17:51:24 GMT -5
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Post by RominiBikini on Jan 6, 2005 1:34:58 GMT -5
YO
send him a pm
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Post by diecheerleader on Jan 6, 2005 2:34:20 GMT -5
I PMed him once.....and he kicked me in the groin.....what an arse.
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Post by on Jan 6, 2005 6:32:11 GMT -5
happy new year happy new year, m'dear... |
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Post by Andy on Jan 6, 2005 9:01:34 GMT -5
yeah, i know.
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Post by on Jan 6, 2005 10:37:12 GMT -5
(yawn) excellent use of 'little britain' in your pic... THAT'S not getting old yet, is it?! (begin a brief rant) such an inconsistent programme... getting so old so fast. and it's always great to hear dumb townie/chav-types repeating the same old catchphrases. welcome to the new fast show. this will not make sense to people outside the UK. |
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Post by Andy on Jan 6, 2005 11:44:12 GMT -5
yeah. i know.
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Post by on Jan 6, 2005 12:11:29 GMT -5
I met Eric Clapton several times. He was frightfully nice - a great comfort to me, Eric. Because he's been through so much, hasn't he? I mean - having to play the guitar all the time - must be absolutely awful for him. Yes. Eric is... a... pathetic individual, really. Give me Ginger Rogers, or Ginger Baker - whatever the other one is. The one who went to Africa and taught the natives how to play the drums. I was arrested, with a gun, in the vicinity of Eric Clapton's apartment in L.A… well, not arrested - I was... erm... taking part in the racial violence in Los Angeles, after the Rodney King incident. I was trying to mediate, between the police and Rodders. I got to know him very well - a very nice chap, Rodney. We were having a Big Mac together, and the police blundered in to finish off a job that they hadn't completed. So I tried to mediate, by saying, 'There he is, officer!" - to try and calm things down... because, you know, one hates to see Los Angeles go up in flames unless one's got a camera running. That night was a trail of wanton destruction... many ascribed it to my near-death experience (with the eels) leaving me bereft of any hope. I like to think I mowed down as many whites as I did blacks. I mean, the Koreans did very badly out of the whole deal.
Do I feel any pride? I feel nothing but pride. That's all I do feel. An empty pride. A hopeless vanity. A dreadful arrogance. A stupefyingly futile conceit. But at least it's something to hang on to.
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Post by Daveym on Jan 6, 2005 12:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by trench on Jan 6, 2005 13:32:26 GMT -5
I met Eric Clapton several times. He was frightfully nice - a great comfort to me, Eric. Because he's been through so much, hasn't he? I mean - having to play the guitar all the time - must be absolutely awful for him. Yes. Eric is... a... pathetic individual, really. Give me Ginger Rogers, or Ginger Baker - whatever the other one is. The one who went to Africa and taught the natives how to play the drums. I was arrested, with a gun, in the vicinity of Eric Clapton's apartment in L.A… well, not arrested - I was... erm... taking part in the racial violence in Los Angeles, after the Rodney King incident. I was trying to mediate, between the police and Rodders. I got to know him very well - a very nice chap, Rodney. We were having a Big Mac together, and the police blundered in to finish off a job that they hadn't completed. So I tried to mediate, by saying, 'There he is, officer!" - to try and calm things down... because, you know, one hates to see Los Angeles go up in flames unless one's got a camera running. That night was a trail of wanton destruction... many ascribed it to my near-death experience (with the eels) leaving me bereft of any hope. I like to think I mowed down as many whites as I did blacks. I mean, the Koreans did very badly out of the whole deal. Do I feel any pride? I feel nothing but pride. That's all I do feel. An empty pride. A hopeless vanity. A dreadful arrogance. A stupefyingly futile conceit. But at least it's something to hang on to. Cool and all, but Why Bother?  T. How will they eat, these micro Christ's? |
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