Comments on: Ella v Fat Bottomed Girls

By: Grandad

Grandad — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:30:53 +0000

You mean you didn’t hear it? I had reports that it was audible in Monaghan. And that means that about 80% of the country heard it.

You must be in the very very far west!!

By: Neighbour

Neighbour — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:25:56 +0000

Cripes! Lucky we were away.

Mind you. I could have enjoyed a bit of ‘Duelling HiFis’.

Now where did I put that Steppenwolf LP? Always did like the EARSCHPLITTENLOUDENBOOMER

By: Grandad

Grandad — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:19:22 +0000

TAD is dead. Long live TAT.

BTW, a couple of comments don’t make you a blogger. You have to pass your exams yet.

By: TAT... The blogger formally known as TAD !

TAT... The blogger formally known as TAD ! — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:14:46 +0000

Thanks… O wise one

By: Grandad

Grandad — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:02:29 +0000

Jayzus! Good point! You should be TAT. It was a sort of typo that became part of your name.

From now on I shall give you your correct name. Put it down to old age on my part. Sorry.

I shall issue a press release to that effect at some stage.

By: TAD

TAD — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:51:01 +0000

… So what does my “D” stand 4 in TAD again?

By: Grandad

Grandad — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:02:28 +0000

Ladies and Gentlemen……. I give you…

THE ACCIDENTAL TERRORIST!!

Welcome TAD to the wonderful world of blogging!!

By: TAD

TAD — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:30:52 +0000

I woke up early ONE morning,
The earth lay cool & still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree & so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter & of fun,
It seems his very thrilling,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head.

I’m not a morning person

By: Grandad

Grandad — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 08:55:54 +0000

Latest update on this……

Billy Holiday or Ella Fitzgerald or whoever was still on the verge of suicide accompanied by saxaphones and double bass. But it was very very quiet!!!

Rock on, Queen. You’re the best.

By: baino

baino — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 00:17:12 +0000

There are some things that you just don’t do on a sunday. Jazz and blues, chainsaws and 100 cockatoos squawking on my roof come to mind. Each as grating as the other . . .I’m tempted to use your golf technique to down a few of the chicken sized verandah chewers!

http://www.abc.net.au/cgi-bin/common/printfriendly.pl?/science/scribblygum/october2003/default.htm