Fridge

Hold hands with the person to your right Hold hands and try to look sincere-o Tell them, though you don't know their name That you still can feel their pain Yeah you still can feel their pain We'll sing "Jerusalem" now boys As we build a land fit for zeros It's all that I can do to stop Fake tears from welling up Fake tears from welling up If you thought this was your country You can just forget it You're too old, you're too poor You're too posh You'll never get in here wearing that my dear Don't smoke, don't smack Don't eat red meat This is a tolerant land fit for zeros And if you're lost just hear my call "Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all" If you thought this was your country You can just forget it You're too old, you're too poor You're too posh You'll never get in here wearing that my dear The past is all forgotten now This is a young, modern land Fit for zeros And if we fight, it's only when We're guaranteed to win And should you, just stray Just hear my call "Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all"

Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on We're going down the pub We're going down the pub Now listen here Harry If we're going down the pub You'd better tell your mum and dad And finish up your grub I wish you'd listen to me No, I don't want a cup of tea Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on We're going down the pub We're going down the pub You're telling me to grow up But Harry don't you see If I tried to act my age I wouldn't be me We never do anything So now's the time to begin Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on We're going down the pub We're going down the pub You don't have to tell me That the thing's I do are wrong But everything I do in life Is with us right or wrong Now I think I understand How to have some fun Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on Come on come on Hurry up Harry come on We're going down the pub We're going down the pub

What'll I tell him When he comes to me for absolution Wouldn't you know it Hope I don't make a bad decision 'cos I'd like to believe That there is a god Why sinful angels Suffer for love I'd like to believe In the terrible truth In the beautiful lie Like to know you But in this town I can't get arrested If you know me Why don't you tell me what I'm thinking Hey don't look now But there goes god In his sexy pants And his sausage dog And he can't stand Beelzebub 'cos he looks so good in black, in black

Steely eyes of a silvery people Walk behind me, with evil intent. Up to the tower, I stand alone Stripped of rank before a throne I am sent. What befalls us in the heat of the night? What befalls us in the heat of the night? Before long, behind adamantine doors, I taste of the wine of their joy. Through delirium of a tortured mind Her face gave me strength to this day. What befalls us in the heat of the night? What befalls us in the heat of the night? In the heat of the night But love deceived me, and in my despair I recalled the ring once again Born of Sorrow my cunning revives me, And I took them with me enchained What befalls us in the heat of the night? What befalls us in the heat of the night? In the heat of the night

QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Feb 4 2008, 10:08 PM) QUOTE (edie @ Feb 4 2008, 04:07 PM) I take my hat off to you guys who deal with this on a daily basis. I don't think I have it in me. I don't have it in me either. At least, it feels like that sometimes. Well it's not true You took time out to help me despite your daily troubles, and I for one am grateful

He met the world as a Dalkeith boy, raised from a shaft at Monktonhall In a well oiled cage, That locked away his dreams, An '85 veteran face from the gallery, A ghost from the civil war in the family He stood his ground on the picketline 'Til all that he was left with Were his father's cough And his mother's eyes That would hold a tear For the very first time When the government took his job away. Now fist in hand he'll stand in line Declare his name and mark his time To some the only proof that they're alive He could have been you He could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky He made his first down payment On a sharp Italian suit He sewed razor blades into the lapels, See him sweating on the dance floor, Cool dust oozing out of every pore A hard man with a hard life, And that's a story that he'll tell you Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw On a Saturday, he knows the score Till the whistle blows and, The colours with their tempers fade away. He could have been you He could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky On the helipads at Aberdeen, Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas, Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year. By the furnaces at Ravenscraig, By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates, In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh, Where the poppies grow, Behind the Hampden roar, Behind the drums in Genoa. On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell, Born to figh tout of the tightest corner. You can bet on him with the odds against you. They'll not put him down No matter how

Oh, here's another peeve of mine: British people who use American slang whilst talking or writing. I have absolutely nothing against Americans using their own slang as is right and proper, but we have our own rich language and plenty of slang of our own without having to borrow anyone else's

QUOTE (Jaye @ Feb 1 2008, 12:50 AM) QUOTE (Fridge @ Feb 1 2008, 12:19 AM)Able-bodied idiots who park in disabled parking bays when my wife needs one...... I tend to go looking for the morons and make them move Twats! Oh yeah, I agree with that one as well. I see that at work and outside Borders in town... Good on ya for making them move. (and sorry to hear about your wife...) Thank you. If you want laugh, here is a link to another thread where I managed to get one up on one of them http://www.therushforum.com/index.php?show...ndpost&p=707275

Two Irish men walk into a pet shop. Right away they go over to the bird section. Gerry says to Paddy, "Dat's dem!" The clerk comes over and asks if he can help them. "Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere birds in dat cage dere," says Gerry, "Put dem in a peeper bag." The clerk does and the two guys pay for the birds and leave the shop. They get into Gerry's van and drive until they are high up in the hills and stop at the top of a cliff with a 500-foot drop. "Dis looks like a grand place, eh?" says Gerry. "Oh, yeh, dis looks good," replies Paddy. They flip a coin and Gerry wins the toss. "I guess I git to go first, eh Paddy?" says Gerry. He then takes two birds out of the bag, places them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff. Paddy watches as his mate drops off the edge and goes straight down for a few seconds followed by a 'SPLAT'. As Paddy looks over the edge of the cliff he shakes his head and says, "Fock dat, dis budgie jumpin' is too fockin' dangerous for me" ======= PART TWO ====== A minute later, Seamus arrives. He too has been to the pet shop and he, walks up carrying the familiar peeper bag. He pulls a parrot out of the bag, and then Paddy notices that, in his other hand, Seamus is carrying a gun. "Hi, Paddy. Watch this," Seamus says and launches himself over the edge of the cliff. Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and blows the parrot's head off. Seamus continues to plummet until there is a SPLAT!, as he joins Gerry's remains at the bottom. Paddy shakes his head and says, "An' oim never troyin' dat parrotshooting nider" ======= PART THREE ====== A few minutes after Seamus splats himself Sean strolls up. He too has been to the pet shop and he walks up carrying the familiar 'peeper bag'. Instead of a parrot he pulls a chicken out of the bag, and launches himself off the cliff with the usual result. Once more Paddy shakes his head - "Fock me Sean, first der was Gerry with his budgie jumping, den Seamus parrotshooting and now you fockin' hengliding!"

Able-bodied idiots who park in disabled parking bays when my wife needs one...... I tend to go looking for the morons and make them move Twats!

Zep

Presto

QUOTE (joanneeeeee @ Jan 14 2008, 02:56 PM) http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii200/joanneeee/Justin/Tyler/paintedtt.jpg I'd have been ritually slaughtered and hung out to dry if I'd done that

Cute dog Joaneee..... Fistil, one of my two terrors http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/Fridge-1967/060906027.jpg

QUOTE (joanneeeeee @ Jan 15 2008, 02:38 PM) http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii200/joanneeee/Puppies/zilla.jpg One of my "grandkids" Zilla Excellent!

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply. Oh just remember a don't decide I got no reason it's all too much You'll always find us out to lunch Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty a-vacant Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there. Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real So stop your cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty a-vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty Ah but now and we don't care There's no point... (etc.) Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty a-vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty Ah but now and we don't care We're pretty a-pretty vacant we don't care

QUOTE (rickyrob @ Jan 14 2008, 07:53 AM) You are all wrong. Its John... John I actually remember seing this on TV....absolutely cringeworthy. I actually felt sorry for the poor, deluded fool

QUOTE (Huck @ Jan 11 2008, 10:02 PM) QUOTE (Syaoran_2001 @ Jan 9 2008, 02:29 AM) I absolutely hate Kurt Cobain. I don't see why everyone thinks he's so great, he was a mediocre lyricist and an awful, awful singer. I also hate Janis Joplin, she has that same annoying back of the throat sound as Kurt Cobain, I hate it. I always thought Cobain was an excellent lyricist, just my opinion.

QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Jan 12 2008, 03:12 PM) Watched this last night. I didn't like it. It was funny in spots, but I just didn't get into it. I thought 40 YO Virgin was MUCH funnier. Maybe because of the subject matter - having babies - all the pot-smoking and drinking and goofy guys living in a nasty house just wasn't as funny to me. Or maybe I'm just an old fuddy-dud. I saw this just last week on video and I have to say I wasn't too impressed with it either. The concept of the film was a nice enough idea, but it just wasn't very well done. I suppose part of the turn -off for me was hearing so much "dudes" "awesome" etc in it. Hardly anyone talks like that in the UK, and it is usually associated with the 60s-early 70s than the present day, so it really didn't resonate with me at all. The dope smoking, nasty house etc was done infinitely better in The Young Ones IMO...

Whatll I tell him When he comes to me for absolution Wouldnt you know it Hope I dont make a bad decision cos Id like to believe That there is a god Why sinful angels Suffer for love Id like to believe In the terrible truth In the beautiful lie Like to know you But in this town I cant get arrested If you know me Why dont you tell me what Im thinking Hey dont look now But there goes god In his sexy pants And his sausage dog And he cant stand Beelzebub cos he looks so good in black, in black

My life is a house You crawl through the window Skip across the floor and into the reception room You enter the place of endless persuasion Like a knock on the door When there's ten or more things to do Who is that calling? You my companion Run to the water on a burning beach And it brings me relief Pass through the walls To find my intentions Circle 'round in a strange, hypnotic state I look into space There is no connection A million points of light And a conversation I can't face Cast me off one day To lose my inhibition Sit like a lap dog on the edge of his knee Wear the nails on your feet I woke up the house Stumbled in sideways The lights went on and everybody screamed "Surprise!" The savage review It left me gasping But it warms my heart to see that you can do it too Total surrender Your touch is so tender Your skin is like water on a burning beach And it brings me relief, it brings me relief, it brings me relief Like a night in your mind It brings me relief In the back door Under the stars And the scenery is my floor In the back room Under the stars And the scenery is my floor

I've always liked this pic of Fistil http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/Fridge-1967/100906439.jpg

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QUOTE (Jaye @ Jan 9 2008, 09:52 PM) Take a straight and stronger course To the corner of your life Make the white queen run so fast She hasn't got time to make you wild 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and its news is captured For the queen to use Move me on to any black square Use me any time you want Just remember that the goal Is for us to capture all we want Anywhere... Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares Send an instant comment to me Initial it with loving care Don't surround Yourself Your Move...thats a belter

QUOTE (Mandalorian Hunter @ Jan 9 2008, 10:54 PM) Only problem is, the English only seem to refer to the Welsh doing it. Infact, they like to remind us alot. I can't wait to be at an SU Pub in England watching the Six Nations Since when was anything the English said of any importance? Come on man, keep up!