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

Because they've run out of tins?

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

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


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

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

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.

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?

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.

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.