By continuing to use the site, you agree to our use of cookies and to abide by our Terms and Conditions. We in turn value your personal details in accordance with our Privacy Policy.
Please log in or register. Registered visitors get fewer ads.
The track by Ryan Paris? Banging. Although you'd never get away with shamelessly videoing women on the streets of Paris seemingly without their explicit permission nowadays... world's gone mad
"O'Neeeeeil may be the reason we survive The why and wherefore we're alive The one we'll care for through the rough and rainy years O'Neeeeeil I'll take his laughter and his tears And make them all my souvenirs For wherever he goes, I've got to be The meaning of my life is O'Neil The meaning of my life is O'Neil"
This is purely as my dad allowed me control of the dial, back in the days when I didn't fully appreciate his impeccable taste in music. I'm pretty sure this was around 1997, perhaps an away game at Bolton? We lost.... I played the whole six tape cassette pack to and from... Garage Nation 98 was it's name.
Don't knock it till you've tried it. It's a trick borrowed from Caribbean spiced bun, again give that a go. Has to be the cheapest, heavily processed cheese mind. I did have a chocolate hot cross bun the other day and gave myself thrid degree burns retrieving the b@stsrd from the toaster.
My mates's brother once told me that Betty Boo's "doing the do" was about drug consumption.... have no idea but who wouldn't have? Betty Boo, I mean her faux American rapping style wasn't to my taste but come on...
This is exactly what happened to me with Clive Wilson, for a long time I imagined my dad texted me that he left, but then realise that 1995 was before technology existed and in actual fact it was my English teacher/ football coach Mr Wilkes who broke the news to me on the playing fields of Hadleigh High School in Suffolk, I was literally crestfallen... he was a fellow Rangers fan
Always Sir Les.... spent too many mornings on a paperound reading idle speculation and being scared out of my wits, at the thought of him leaving...
Honestly though, the life got sucked out of me when I learned that Clive Wilson had left for spuds... I remember where I was, the approximate time etc etc.
By continuing to use the site, you agree to our use of cookies and to abide by our Terms and Conditions.
