Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Everybardy
"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so! There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar."
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Naturally
"...and here he is... all out of key and nervous... singing 'Act Naturally'... RINGO!"
I know no one cares, but this entertains me no end!
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
George Harrison
So after much listening to The White Album lately, I've come to decide that 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' is one of those unfortuntately named pieces of genius... just like 'Cougar Town', or some other better example.
So there we go, there's a bloody good song by him. I would mention 'Something' as well, but the best thing about that is the bridge which I'm pretty sure was Lennon's contribution.
But I found the video for it away, which is hilarious (...well maybe just the last 20 seconds or so) It's got:
So there we go, there's a bloody good song by him. I would mention 'Something' as well, but the best thing about that is the bridge which I'm pretty sure was Lennon's contribution.
But I found the video for it away, which is hilarious (...well maybe just the last 20 seconds or so) It's got:
- John and Yoko wandering around like a couple of stoned tramps
- Ringo and Mo on quad bikes
- Footage from the Maybe I'm Amazed video of Paul and Linda which is so left over it's like bubble and squeak for dinner on a Monday
Friday, 12 November 2010
Overheard #34
Student #1: You use too many big words.
Student #2: That depends if you mean words with many syllables, or words with large concepts.
Student #1: ...Your mum's got large concepts.
Student #2: That depends if you mean words with many syllables, or words with large concepts.
Student #1: ...Your mum's got large concepts.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Magical Mystery
You may or may not know that I've been ill for the last few days. I'm not normally ill, and when I am it usually doesn't stop me from doing anything so it was a bit odd to actually have an 'ill day'.
Anyway, so I was feeling pretty rubbish, and yesterday morning I was back to uni and on the way home I got pissed off with the horrendously boring audiobook of Samuel Richardson's 'Pamela' I have been listening to for the last week when I realised something. The reason I've been ill (I think). I hadn't listened to The Beatles for roughly 4 days - the same time that I began to feel ill!!
I listened to a bit of 'Lady Madonna' I think it was, when I began to immediately feel better! Not completely, but significantly. Before you dismiss this as rhubarb-rhubarb crazytalk, can I just say that I've mentioned the effect of Paul McCartney's voice to cheer me up before, but as of yet it has not had a healing effect. I think it now has this effect. Magical!
Anyway, so I was feeling pretty rubbish, and yesterday morning I was back to uni and on the way home I got pissed off with the horrendously boring audiobook of Samuel Richardson's 'Pamela' I have been listening to for the last week when I realised something. The reason I've been ill (I think). I hadn't listened to The Beatles for roughly 4 days - the same time that I began to feel ill!!
I listened to a bit of 'Lady Madonna' I think it was, when I began to immediately feel better! Not completely, but significantly. Before you dismiss this as rhubarb-rhubarb crazytalk, can I just say that I've mentioned the effect of Paul McCartney's voice to cheer me up before, but as of yet it has not had a healing effect. I think it now has this effect. Magical!
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
In My Life
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
Nat King Cole
I've been listening to a lot of Nat King Cole lately. I honestly think he's more talented and just generally a nicer person than Sinatra, it's a shame he's so underrated.
Just listen to that and tell me that doesn't make you happy.
Yoko
I don't normally mind Yoko, in fact she's good to laugh at sometimes, especially on Twitter. But this video just proves that she had no sense of humour whatsoever. You have to wonder if she and John Lennon, a man of fantastic wit and sense of humour, had any fun at all.
On another note. I love 'Two of Us' and 'I've Got A Feeling', a couple of their last songs - perfect examples of how they age like lovely piece of cheese.
Monday, 8 November 2010
How To Not Swear
So I've decided that I obviously swear too much, so luckily I've come up with some handy, PG substitutes!
"Shit" - "Sugar"
"Twat" - "Twit"
"Bugger" - "Bother"
"Gobshite" - "Rhubarb"
"For fuck's sake" - "For goodness' sake"
"Went down like a sack of shit" - "Went down like a tonne of bricks"
"Piss it" - "Oh dear"
"Bastarding wankers" - "Nasty people"
"Shit" - "Sugar"
"Twat" - "Twit"
"Bugger" - "Bother"
"Gobshite" - "Rhubarb"
"For fuck's sake" - "For goodness' sake"
"Went down like a sack of shit" - "Went down like a tonne of bricks"
"Piss it" - "Oh dear"
"Bastarding wankers" - "Nasty people"
Friday, 5 November 2010
Who Goes With Fergus?
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
-- W.B. Yeats
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
-- W.B. Yeats
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