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It was "Run for home", btw. I was telling Mr. N how much I loved the track as a child (bear in mind I was only 7 in 1978) and how I hadn't heard it in years.
Turns out I still love it!
Only thing is, I've had a sleepless night and it's...
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I was referring to Laup.
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Just Noticed the Typo.
I meant 'Car' actually.
3X3
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I don't get this 'who is going to pay for it' mantra,bailing the banks,Lloyds and the pound out,creating massive year on year profits for the energy companies,no one ever ask who is paying,they just use the money and pay,when bosses get bonuses and...
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It was obviously an Australian cat. Are cats permitted to drive in Canada or was it a joy rider?
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So does Boris.
:r2
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THAT'S NOT A WOMAN!
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I met your mum in town.
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Listen to the poetry and succumb to its flames
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The divine Dame Edith
I don't want this in the poetry forem
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A Child With An Imagination
When I was a little girl
With plaited pony tails and all
And mamma's hand- made pillow
As an imaginary doll
To play with, all alone
For me, the colours of the rainbow
And all in between that follow
Used...
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:rofl:
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:blank:
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That made me laugh. I read this, and your next post, as I was watching Lindisfarne on BBC4 (TOTP 1978!)
:D
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Could be golfing slang for balls lying on the green when a rubbish actor is attempting a putt with a sand wedge.
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Blaydon Races. Ah went to Blaydon Races, ‘twas on the ninth of Joon, In eighteen hundred an’ sixty-two, on a summer’s efternoon; Ah tyuk the ‘bus frae Balmbra’s, an’ she wis heavy laden, Away we went alang Collingwood Street, that’s on the road...
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Tantric Tart!
That’s a forum name from long ago.
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Blaydon Races. Ah went to Blaydon Races, ‘twas on the ninth of Joon, In eighteen hundred an’ sixty-two, on a summer’s efternoon; Ah tyuk the ‘bus frae Balmbra’s, an’ she wis heavy laden, Away we went alang Collingwood Street, that’s on the road...
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A Child's Imagination Children can be quite extraordinary Their imagination sees no bounds They will see a story play out from just a single doll They will see forts in empty trees They will flap their arms believing they can fly with the birds up...
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Joan Hickson
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Get your tinfoil hat on, those things make you infertile. Or so I've been told.
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Don't remember anyone ever asking to be here so are you advocating ubi for everyone? And if so, who is paying for it? Seem to recall reading an article about one of the Scandinavian countries trialling something like this, with people who wanted...
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What you need right now is a strapping middle aged man to come round with some oil and candles and give you a soothing massage.
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