Tuesday 29 September 2009
north
greetings compadres from a dim and grim gloomy and doomy north still here another week so it seems the perfect time to inflict the really quite hilarious campathon that was the still slender steve's go on my top ten that's been cluttering up the place for an age. being the disgracefully fickle shallow horror that I am the smiths were yet another of the pop acts i discarded as soon as more than ten or so other people liked them and they'd been presumptuous enough to produce an lp. it didn't help that the lp was dire and dishwater dull obviously. it just goes to show you can never trust no one who don't do disco. his my top ten picks are a mighty fine thing mind so sit back and thrill to billy fury and the marvelettes and rita pavone and john leyton and the tams and timi yuro and try to keep the giggling down as our butch bona omi palone tries ever so hard not to be 'intimidated by her huge legend' is thrilled by 'her prima moment' and enjoys 'a tender few minutes'. amongst other things.
my top ten - morrissey
my flipping zippers broken so I'm afraid you'll have to have this in lots of bits. sorry dearies
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Ah splendid. This'll keep me amused. Yup he should have been banned from making records by the time of that LP. But oh how amazing was it to hear this stuff at the time. You just did not come across people enthusing about such sounds!
you seem to have published a picture of me and my bro out bonny wooding. Are you bringing back pies and parkin?
Happy to oblige yho- twenty odd years on and still no timi yuro on the radio
bltp - grand haircuts on you kids. And it's butter pies and models of Blackpool tower that'll be filling the cases to be sure
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Everything smells of lard up there!
ee lass have ye nobbut the unzipped ars famished for a tad o't' moz bot i'm thwacked if ahm doonlordin all them seprit eeee mister 'erriot t'awd bogger's briched int' top field al reet, etc
Aye, Councillor Ducksbury, I'm reet thraiped with t' wireless jes' like thissen. Tis neither micklin' nor mucklin'.
(How long do we have to keep this up for?).
Darlings I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about. Has London been struck by some terrible space plague that makes everyone talk funny?
They don't talk funny in Glasgow??!
How dare you suggest such a thing? (jimmy)
Not as funny as darn sarf Mr H, all that apples and pears and plates of meat malarkey it's murder polis so it is.
Get yourself some lardy cake Ally.
Now now. There's good and bad everywhere.
'Cept London obviously.
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