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Falling Slowly from the movie Once
One of my favorite songs....one I wish I could have written. And, one of the most bittersweet films I've seen.

Ellie

How many is it now?

Swan Song

Oh.

Whatcha Think About That? Pussycat Dolls!

Buttons

My Love - Sia

If you see me comin' better step aside. No really!

Tennessee Ernie Ford's homage to the heartbreaking dignity of the man who earns his living by the sweat on his brow.

Tennessee Ernie eh people? Now there's a name for a man! I wish my mum had called me that. Teneessee Ernie Danton. Beautiful!

Well anything's better than Olive aint it?

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Forgive Me

I dedicate this truly beautiful song from the mighty blues guitarist Peter Green to my lovely South London girl whose beauty never seems to fade and long suffering wife of more years than either of us care to remember.

I love you Jilly x

Clive...

Are you drunk? It's just that I never thought of you as a soppy sod.

Regards

Skoob

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Clive...

Are you drunk? It's just that I never thought of you as a soppy sod.

Regards

Skoob

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Drunk or HACKED??!!!

Regards
R'DOG

Skoob my good and sometime slathering friend, when it comes to soppy sods and the girlies there is none soppier or more soddish than the man you see before you and as such will cunningly avoid standing my round until the very ends of time itself trust me.

RG I'm neither drunk nor hacked. I'm in the presence of 22 carat, blonde, curvacious London beauty.

Sometimes London SE25 doth make poets of us all x

Clivey

My slathering gangsta made man. Nowt wrong with having a softer, more feminine side to one's otherwise psychopathic nature.

It's good to be loving and tender and caring and sharing sometimes. It's nice to wax lyrical and fold in a mewling puking heap as one slathers romantic soliloquies at breathtakingly gorgeous soulmates.

Plus it gives you something to think about when you're crushing some recalcitrant fucker's head in a vice.

Regards

The Consiglieri

The above was possibly your finest and funniest hour old friend albeit the best of a pretty piss poor catalogue but even that pales into insignificance when you compare it to the sublime poetry when on the no doubt risible few occasions you take your beautiful Carole by the hand when she's just finished hoovering, dishwashing, ironing etc and her hair's all disheveled and her makeup less than perfect and you kiss her sweet face and tell her she's never looked more beautiful.

Give it a go son. They deserve it.

Nice idea. But I'm not talking to her at the moment. She wouldn't let me go to the match this avvy.

Regards

Skoob.

You dont have to flap your gums at em mate! Just push her hair back and whisper in her ear that she's still the prettiest thing you ever saw and I guarantee you'll never miss a half time pie and cup of warm Bovril again...EVER!

How do you think I got my West Ham season tickets between 1980 and 97 eh?

Christ you have to spoon feed the art of doling out the old cockney patter to some people! *whine*

You know I don't do Cockney patter mate. I'm quite good at Manc moaning though.

Regards

Skoob.

Shhh! Barca's on the box.

*dons smoking jacket, lights pipe and tiptoes into thread dressed in nothing but overalls tied off at the waist and with bulging toolbelt accentuating trim muscular abdomen*

"Hey Carole. Looking good baby girl. Forget the Manc mug. Tonight it's just you me and the moonlight Dollface. You can iron me Tilbury Docks and hang up me Dicky Dirts in the morning love"

Sorted! Respect my authoritaaaaaah

She's just gone the bog. She's mellowing a bit now coz Barca are winning 1-0. Cracking goal from the Brazilian lad, Adriano.

I'll pass the message on when she's done.

Regards

Skoob.

She doesn't "go to the bog" mate.

Like all girlies she goes into a wooded area once a year and builds a little nest into which she lays a series of tiny nuggets which smell strongly of parma violets

The filthy beasts!

Peace On Earth And Good Will To All Except Those That Get In My Fucking Way

This is my thread so I make no excuse for reproducing this towering anthem to the beauty and nobility of the warrior and the stinking futile filth of armed conflict.

The weeping lament of Knopfler's guitar alone makes this one of the most beautiful pieces of descriptive art of all times IMHO of course.

PS Who's the beardy geezer on rhythm guitar btw? Looks vaguely familiar. Eric something or other?

Never mind he'll never come to nuffink I dont s'pose.

Oh yes... he might make it sometime...

Brilliant.

Talking of the great man...

... the little geezer in the red titfer can play a bit too! Love the way the roadies collect his axe at the end!

Sod off yer frog loving, monkey-faced turd!

I hope it pisses down for a fortnight and you choke to death on an escargot nob!

Twat!

"There are words that kiss us as if they have a mouth."

Reading quietly his words are lost, but the very presence of him soothes my heart. Heavy lids flicker then surrender to the arms of sweet Morpheus.

Amo te
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Love me, that's all I ask of you.....