Monday, 22 March 2010
citizens (bad) advice bureau
this gem of northern soul gone pop was wafting down berwick street this morning as i was getting my fruit and veg and having a chat with dear norman and wondering if terence stamp was due to pop out for an avacodo or two as is his wont of a soho morning (we had to make do with that sharleen spiteri). singing it along to myself on the troll home i realised what desperate tragedy could be befall the poor flower who really believed that falling in love was easy so easy like taking candy from a baby. i mean we all know that taking candy from a baby is a darned sight harder than it looks and generally ends with a shooting for gawds sake. and come to think of it pie's pretty tricky too. i've been desperately trying to think of the billion other terrible lessons records have tried to teach us bad advice we've gobbled up but have gone all blank and in need of a lie down so help me somebody please
len barry - 123
he's not quite how i pictured him neither isn't old len. and he can't mime for toffee
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If my young relatives are anything to go by you wouldn't want candy from ababy there endearing and everything but they can make of a mess of tic tic let alone a finger of fudge or a block of highland toffee!
As lessons from songs my Memphis soul stew always a bit lumpy...
He looks like a presenter rather than performer sort of Leslie Crowther- very odd
Bad advice: twenty eight years on I've started to reluctantly concede that 'baby, I'm hot for spicy lovin'' might not be the irresistible come-on that Marvin Gaye would have had me believe...
Robert Plant has gone on record that 'a big legged woman ain't got no soul' but I've scanned the Pope's recent pronouncements in vain for anyrhing on the spiritual implications of thigh circumference. He seems to have had his mind on other things.
I've always had doubts about everything being Tuesday ...
oh yes those are just the thing. off for a bit of duck feeding for inspiration then it's thinking cap on good and proper
'..a woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a man' - Louis Prima, from Hey Boy Hey Girl
Caution: may not apply in Singapore.
Clearly contentious statements:
'Only Women Bleed'.
'Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket'.
However, since watching the film 'Harry Brown' with Michael Caine, I consider a wiser advice as, 'Don't Sleep In The Subway Darling'.
By the way allykins, I aim to go to a Murder Mystery evening next week as Terence Stamp.
well last time i saw him he had those horrid plastic chef clogs on. green ones. if that helps.
and i blame almost every line of the harlem shuffle for the state of my knees. i'll give you hitch hitch hike baby across the floor...
I'm keen birder but not sure I want to go out with someone who looks like a "Flamingo"
There is other, good, advice in pop though: I have always avoided sleeping in the subway, letting the stars get in my eyes and/or the sun catch me crying, for example, and it has served me well.
I really love this song and am quite disturbed by discovering the truth about it.
It is not the merits of taking candy from a baby, it is the fact that he has got a touch of the Terry Wogan about him. Ick.
Did Edwyn pinch the intro drums for A Girl Like You?
Re drum sample: that's what they were alleging on Radcliffe and Maconie the other night.
oh well spotted mister. it is isn't it. very.
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