Dave to the Grave

He also does my favourite ever song about trousers. Well worth a listen.

Claude, I think, will always be the big one.

I don't know, you disappear for four years and everything changes. All I wanted to do was add an 'a' before shoe and everything has gone pants. Perhaps someone could remove the duplicate without the 'a'.

Thanks. Like a moth to a flame: all that talk of trouser. SttG's more of a shoe person, but sends much love.

Thank you.

I am wearing my Sunday slacks; with no under pants. Roomy.

Guess she never got over losing her heart to a starship trooper... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wwilCs4Jqg In happier times. Not sure which one she is but they're dancing with torches. Torches.

I recently went to see my phsychiatrist wearing my favourite clingfilm underwear. He said, 'I can clearly see you're nuts'.

I've never seen . Apparently now available on DVD. From the bits I've seen, looks like a gift that would keep giving.

Better known for his production work?! The guy was the guitarist/writer for one of the greatest bands of all time, Devon. Especially for DTTG - . The other main two members also died young. Great stuff Harry. 'Thinking of you', would always feature in the ttG top ten tunes. Whilst on the subject of great record producers, we've put Richard Anthony Hewson, on our DDP team. This was based on a rumour of a tumour, which unfortunately I think I started.

Since only one half of the electorate can participate in a beardy protest perhaps the ladies could stop pruning their lady garden. It's nearly bikini season. Whilst on the subject of my favourite Belgian and cloclo impersonator, we can watch him teach another language using song lyrics, and if you see the film, a few dance moves too. Magnolias Furévèèèè.

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Just to prove white men can dance, here I am gatecrashing a Donna Summer video.

Great stuff. I remember putting one of the dancers from this video into 'Room lovely'. He is wearing a pink top on 49 seconds. In case you miss him, I appear on 1:37 (wearing a yellow top) to point him out for you. This is interesting in that no one appears to suffer any side effects from all that man made fibre and friction. (Except him on 45 seconds, who appears to be experiencing some chafing).

He was shit. Let me guess: that's what he wrote about the books he criticised. regards, Hein I clicked on one of the links attached to that page and saw this. Surely a work of fiction Frank would have enjoyed.