Insania

[goldenballs]

how do you know that they're pineapple chunks? i've never tasted them myself.

[jj]

Because they've run out of tins?

[jj]

Isn't Insania somewhere between Mesopotamia, and Mauretania?
The British Empire ain't what it used to be............

[jj]

From the new long-playing record, 'Carac sings the Inkspots'.


Lord......take me now.......

[Deuce Bigolo]

I think you've lost your mind

You'll have abigger lean than the tower of pisa

Frenzal Bombs 1997 effort titled -Punch in the Face -song 2




would be a better bet

Catchy chorus...all we need is all we need is all we need is all we need is

Is a Punch in the Face

Confuscious/Confused say....Motivation come in many forms

cheers
B....OZ

[Pervert]

I think you'll find The Platters sang Lord, Take Me Now.

The only sweet music to come from me will be when I slam the piano lid on Jamie Cullum's hands, and blowtorch his vocal cords.

[jj]

If we use the Hebraic calendar, that lets him in, during Tammuz.
Now that's a bit irrelevant.
And that butterfly: was it the episode where Rene humorously shagged Goering while the latter was disguised as a Belgian nanny, under the impression that he was screwing Yvette disguised as an onion-seller? What fun that was.
Cauliflower cheese sometimes comes in tins.
But I've never seen just plain, tinned cauli.
Why is that, do you think?

[jj]

Ah, so I'm not the only one to have taken a possibly irrational dislike to Young Cullum's spastic posturing at the pianoforte, despite his obvious spadesful of talent.
Mrs JJ, alas, is quite enamoured of the boy, so I must perforce stamp only somewhat lightly on his doubtless highly-insured fingers............

And thankyou for announcing your premature retirement from the music business. I'm sure H, formerly of Steps, will be glad the competition has been removed.

[Pervert]

I was unfortunate enough to catch a few moments of Points Of View on the Beeb on Sunday when some care in the community types requested another look at Cullum on Parky giving a scat rendition (in both senses of the word) of the brilliant Cole Porter's I Get A Kick. To say I despise that form of jazz is an understatement; to say that anyone ruining a standard in such a way deserves a bloody good kicking is also an understatement. Different strokes and so on, but how anyone can enjoy that is beyond me.

I saw myself as a potential new member of Busted, but you've put me in the same musical category as H. I'm hurt.