Chatterbox Tuesday

For me, the Ramones.  I didn't like either much; to prove a point I wrote a punk style song in 35 minutes, played it for my mate who then insisted we play it in the scratch band we'd called the Book Ends.  The two of us and a third guy had promised in a drunken stupor to do a set at a revue for the County Library...

Nerves would have been bad enough, but in the front row was the County Librarian with his 15 year old daughter...

Chorus (fast driving beat)
Stick it in your album, put them in your pocket 
But don't show me your fambly fotos
Give em to your mother, Give em to your father,
But don't show me your fuckin fotos

One of the verses was (rock/blues with a travelling bass)
Your father's got my car fixed up, payment comes in rings
We've had a talk about the birds and bees, 
...and other useless things
Meanwhile I've been screwing you all day 
He doesn't know we're getting our end away ...

I was supposed to sing/shout the last couplet at the best looking woman in the room and I bottled it as that was little miss jailbait, looking more and more interested next to his augustness whose urbane smile was becoming more and more fixed ...  Not my best career move.

Morning all.

That is all I've got.

Games. Division 2 with a random as my pal hadn't sorted his ps+. Picked up far too much stuff.

TV. A documentary about the audio cassette. Old Dutch guys who invented it and modern day hipsters. Plus the guy from black flag who can fuck off.

I unfortunately lost a lot of cassettes to a prick landlord who a) threw them out and b) forged my signature on a rent cheque in the mid 90's fucking me financially. Pre licence Kiss, some other London pirates and various DJ sets. Oh and an OG Gameboy as well. Still smarts.
He, err got his comeuppance and I won't say any more than that. No Tiddles-esque violence but some Tiddles-esque grassing and stuff.

Opening a new cassette, ripping the plastic seal off was always great. We used to get ours down the pool hall as there were guys who would steal packets from Woolies and sell you them half price.

Anyway. I refer you to Shenguins weekend poll option "I don't know I never read his posts"

I watched 'Call the Cops' on C4 about the stirling efforts of Devon & Cornwall Constabulary to not Taser arseholes. Interesting. 4*

As an anecdote. I've had dealings with them before. A pissed bloke (no idea who) was looking for a lady to give him a bed for the night 'I swear on my kid's life, I won't do anything'. He had got the wrong flat. When he got no response, after 15 minutes of shouting, he smashed the Vodka bottle he was carrying and fed it through the letterbox. Bloke casually leaves and goes across the road to the Indian takeaway. Cops arrive. Tids tells cops where he is, what he's wearing etc.. Cops find bloke, ask him if he done summink naughty. Bloke says 'No'. Cops leave.

The blue line is very thin around here. That's why it's a good idea to carry a Glock 26 Gen 4, at all times.

OTTM: My brother has a rather attractive girlfiend, who is 23. He is 53.

I'd have thought losing a Kiss tape was cause for celebration.


I'm not saying Kiss were terrible, but it is no surprise Crankcaller is a fan.

It was the soundtrack to some crazy, crazy nights.

Pre-licence Kiss FM tape.
But you knew that.

Beats my 27 yr age gap; I wasn't nervous picking her up after school when she was 17 and I was 44... the only convenient place was in a crescent where all the houses were police tied houses...  About this time the Sun was doing all its dirty old men exposés...  Every single time I used to hunch down in my Senator thinking if someone knocks on the window I will have a heart attack.  The eventual marriage lasted 10 years before she left me for an older man!

I don't have nostalgia for Amiga disks, I do for the mouse however as it was my first ever mouse and I played for hours at a time with Premier Manager 2 and Champ manager. I think this was the one:

Nailed it.

Prosciutto sandwich.