-
Content Count
15,262 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
220
Everything posted by Toast
-
My feelings exactly.
-
I agree with Deathray.
-
DL Status Updates: Statements, Obsevations & Verbal Tennis
Toast replied to Lord Fellatio Nelson's topic in DeathList extra-curricular
Whatever turns you on, love. -
DL Status Updates: Statements, Obsevations & Verbal Tennis
Toast replied to Lord Fellatio Nelson's topic in DeathList extra-curricular
Glad to hear you're not Deathrace material, LFN. -
I can't see imgur images. I'm using Vodafone wifi and they have a problem with imgur's security certificate. It's a pain.
-
He's actually dead already, having shuffled off his mortal coil in 2011.
-
Lardy !!!!!!!!! You've been missed. Don't be a stranger.
-
Happy to admit that I have no idea what 4chan is. I don't watch much TV and don't play video games, so all things considered I have no chance of guessing this one!
-
I had a huge crush on him when I was about five, and he was Dr Kildare. The first of many disappointments.
-
Mine's Gmail too, just checked again, nothing, checked the spam and the trash in case I deleted it by mistake, but nada.
-
I don't think I've had the email either.
-
I got them all, but there was some luck involved. Strategy was to skip to the ones I knew, then go back to the ones that sounded right, and guess the rest which was easier once most had been eliminated.
-
Can you pick the people who died in 2018 by the third sentence in their Wikipedia article? https://www.sporcle.com/games/MrWhiplash/3rd-rip-2018
-
Could be his father.
-
Aha! I think I know the band, but not the song without looking it up. I'll let others have a chance. (cross-posted with msc)
-
That's fine, feel free to set another one. It's good to have two or three running, keeps up the interest. As long as the unanswered ones get bumped when necessary.
-
Loving your optimism.
-
Not really a stretch, because what they do is exactly the same. One-man/woman show consisting of amusing monologues interspersed with poems. I've seen both live, so feel competent to judge. Both have published numerous volumes of poems. Pam is of course best known for her comic verse but her poems often have a serious point amongst the humour. Here's a seasonal one: Goodwill To Men - Give Us Your Money It was Christmas Eve on a Friday The shops was full of cheer, With tinsel in the windows, And presents twice as dear. A thousand Father Christmases, Sat in their little huts, And folk was buying crackers And folk was buying nuts. All up and down the country, Before the light was snuffed, Turkeys they got murdered, And cockerels they got stuffed. Christmas cakes got marzipanned, And puddin's they got steamed, Mothers they got desperate And tired kiddies screamed. Hundredweights of Christmas cards Went flying through the post, With first class postage stamps on those You had to flatter most. Within a million kitchens Mince pies was being made, On everyone's radio 'White Christmas', it was played. Out in the frozen countryside Men crept round on their own, Hacking off the holly, What other folks had grown. Mistletoe on willow trees, Was by a man wrenched clear, So he could kiss his neighbour's wife He'd fancied all the year. And out upon the hillside, Where the Christmas trees had stood, All was completely barren, But for little stumps of wood. The little trees that flourished All the year were there no more, But in a million houses, Dropped their needles on the floor. And out of every cranny, cupboard, Hiding place and nook, Little bikes and kiddies' trikes, Were secretively took. Yards of wrapping paper, Was rustled round about, And bikes were wheeled to bedrooms, With the pedals sticking out. Rolled up in Christmas paper The Action Men were tensed, All ready for the morning, When their fighting life commenced, With tommy guns and daggers, All clustered round about, 'Peace on Earth - Goodwill to Men' The figures seemed to shout. The church was standing empty, The pub was standing packed, There came a yell, 'Noel, Noel!' And glasses they got cracked. From up above the fireplace, Christmas cards began to fall, And trodden on the floor, said: 'Merry Christmas, to you all.' And a perfectly serious one befitting Deathlist Woodland Burial Don’t lay me in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall Where the dust of ancient bones has spread a dryness over all, Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold. There kindly and affectionately, plant a native tree To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me. The roots will not disturb me as they wend their peaceful way To build the fine and bountiful, from closure and decay. To seek their small requirements so that when their work is done I’ll be tall and standing strongly in the beauty of the sun.
-
I wouldn't call Pam Ayres a "variety" performer either. She's a performance poet and has sold shedloads of books. Bit like John Cooper Clarke, although obviously very different in style.
-
Well, he was. Not so sure about Gary Glitter who also got a mention there.
-
Love Big Country. Went to see them again a couple of months back. Not the same of course, but still a cracking night out, and only £20.
-
No, we call it a cinema.
-
Is it Purple Rain and Sign Of The Times?