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Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2019 21:13:05 GMT
 It's Monday. |
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Post by MrTiddles on Sept 22, 2019 22:45:49 GMT
No, it's not. Harumphh
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 23, 2019 4:31:08 GMT
Monday...
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Post by Tuffers on Sept 23, 2019 6:00:59 GMT
Lovely stuff, Admin.
I met Shaun Ryder in a pub circa 1991/2. Well, I say met, he was at a table in the pub and we all stared and said stuff like "look it's Shaun Ryder". Cool story.
In other news, I'm on a train. It was still dark when I boarded. The nights are drawing in.
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Post by Tuffers on Sept 23, 2019 6:03:36 GMT
I also met him a second time. Well, I say met, I went to see The Stone Roses (second coming tour) and Black Grape were supporting.
More cool stories this time tomorrow folks.
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Post by RollingEscargot on Sept 23, 2019 6:43:23 GMT
One night in 1992 I got so drunk at a party that I slept in a hedge. In February, in Glasgow. I think I can truthfully say that I have not slept in a hedge in Glasgow since 1992. A landmark year for me too.
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 23, 2019 6:45:05 GMT
I also met him a second time. Well, I say met, I went to see The Stone Roses (second coming tour) and Black Grape were supporting. More cool stories this time tomorrow folks. Oh dear... |
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Post by Tuffers on Sept 23, 2019 6:49:55 GMT
I also met him a second time. Well, I say met, I went to see The Stone Roses (second coming tour) and Black Grape were supporting. More cool stories this time tomorrow folks. Oh dear... I know. |
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Post by Tuffers on Sept 23, 2019 6:55:33 GMT
One night in 1992 I got so drunk at a party that I slept in a hedge. In February, in Glasgow. I think I can truthfully say that I have not slept in a hedge in Glasgow since 1992. A landmark year for me too. 1992 sleeping story buddies! I had a flight back to Heathrow from Madrid, but ran out of money, so spent the night before the flight in a park in Madrid. I didn't sleep much, but I wasn't cold. |
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Post by crankcaller on Sept 23, 2019 6:58:37 GMT
Hey Siri. Add my Ian Brown anecdote to the diary.
"I met Ian Brown upstairs at the cloakroom in Voodoo, Le Bateau, Liverpool. I say met. Someone was hugging him while I chewed my face off whilst putting a parka in the cloakroom. Was it Voodoo? Did they have an upstairs cloakroom? Might have been at 'bang the box' Note, fact check before publication"
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Post by crankcaller on Sept 23, 2019 7:01:34 GMT
Siri, more anecdotes for the journals
"Last time I was in Madrid it was about 34°
I was sweltered.
My Scottish skin melting.
There was a kids entertainer in a park in a bear costume. Well I assumed he was an entertainer. He was talking to kids."
Oh
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Post by amipal on Sept 23, 2019 7:13:51 GMT
One night in 1992 I got so drunk at a party that I slept in a hedge. In February, in Glasgow. I think I can truthfully say that I have not slept in a hedge in Glasgow since 1992. A landmark year for me too. Did you have a significant conversation with Shenguin? |
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Post by BabyfarkmcGeezak on Sept 23, 2019 7:27:31 GMT
Games: I killed Richter in Titanfall 2 and I think I am nearing the end now. I am now in a massive robot battle and my commander used the line "Get ready for Titanfall" as we prepared to jump off ship for battle, which is amazing as the game is called Titanfall (2).
TV: Near the end of series 1 of the Sopranos.
Shaun Ryder stories: None
1992 stories: None
Countdown to 40 begun: Unfortunately, yes.
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Post by RollingEscargot on Sept 23, 2019 7:31:21 GMT
Happy Mondays chat: my brother met Bez in a pub in Manchester. He offered him hookers and drugs for a fiver. (Bez said no thanks).
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Post by crankcaller on Sept 23, 2019 7:36:06 GMT
 Proof of the rolling hedge 1992 story  |
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 23, 2019 7:47:50 GMT
Happy Mondays chat: my brother met Bez in a pub in Manchester. He offered him hookers and drugs for a fiver. (Bez said no thanks). Only Monday related thing was ...  Which taught me that looks don't matter; Mama Cass' singing is still out of this world; and the bands taut close harmony led me to liking choral music. Even unto singing in the bass section of the choir, for Handel's Messiah* *Slightly problematic as I'm a tenor-baritone; we had 3 tenors to stand out in and 20 bass singers to hide among... |
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Post by MrTiddles on Sept 23, 2019 7:48:34 GMT
The Rapture: What's it all about? - By Shaun Ryder
Well, it's when all the stiffs rise up and eat all the non-believers. The good people (us) get taken to New Earth where God lets us do what we want. Then he gets a bit pissed off with all the mucking about and before you know it, it's Rapture 2.
Religion is easy when you think about it. *taps on head*
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Post by MrTiddles on Sept 23, 2019 8:18:15 GMT
I once saw Lowri Turner at The Angel, Islington. She was in Waterstones with a handsome, swarthy mediterranean chap. Smug cow was simply looking at the other customers in a 'Hey! It's me!' way. I recall she had very blotchy skin on her face.
I know this is hardly a Rock 'n' Roll anecdote, bit it's slightly better than the usual crap I post, maybe.
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Post by Faceless on Sept 23, 2019 8:30:02 GMT
Hello. I was still in primary school in 1992, you old fuckers.
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Post by crankcaller on Sept 23, 2019 8:32:39 GMT
Who is Lowri Turner?
Ok, I nowbknow as I just googled.
Was she in a seminal Madchester band?
At least *pretend* you're listening!
Hi!
I just read a round robin passive aggressive email about empty desk policies. I replied with my own passive aggressive email about the storage space mentioned not being fit for purpose.
TV. Peaky Blinders.
Games. Divisioning 2. Gear set 328!
so we can do the next mission.
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Post by Felice Landry on Sept 23, 2019 8:37:24 GMT
I remember passive aggressive email chains, good days.
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Post by BabyfarkmcGeezak on Sept 23, 2019 8:54:05 GMT
I remember one office I worked in where every goddamn week an email would be sent about stuff left too long in the fridge, and how the fridge was this great gift to the workforce which we were taking for granted. Also, finger nail clippings left in a corner of a meeting room was a weird one.
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Post by stxdpr on Sept 23, 2019 9:10:53 GMT
Work, what is it good for? Weekend of beer and games as a change from seeing relatives. Feel like summer has gone now, rain and it's dark when I set off for work on the morning is less than enjoyable.
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Post by Destry on Sept 23, 2019 9:13:33 GMT
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Post by RollingEscargot on Sept 23, 2019 9:21:55 GMT
Hello. I was still in primary school in 1992, you old fuckers. So was I. |
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