Alan Harper's Tash
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Would it drive you crazy?no way will fine young cannibals be on my list.
Would it drive you crazy?no way will fine young cannibals be on my list.
i'll bore you with the story if you like...
yonks ago, when monks used to sit transcribing manuscripts by hand,
they would carefully do the text parts during the day,
but as the day wore on and they drank more of their home-made mead,
they didn't want to fuck up all the painstaking work they'd done,
so for the remainder of the evening they'd do patterns round the outside of the texts,
this sort of thing
one day,
a monk had no more room for patternage but was still required to work,
so he turned the page and began on a new text,
the first word of which was "god".
he was a bit pissed and thought fuck it,
and did an enormous flowery G instead of a small one.
the very first ever capital letter.
as it happened,
some high-ranking religious types were staying at the monastery
and the next day inspected the work of this monk.
they loved the big g.
it gave god more significance than everyone else.
they instructed the monks to henceforth always use a big g for god.
they passed on the instructions to every other monastery.
soon enough god, by command, was only written with a big g.
he became more important that way.
then the pope said, hold on, i want one too.
i'm the head of the church,
i want a big p from now on,
and so it came to pass.
it didn't take long for kings/rulers/aristocracy and the like to jump on the bandwagon.
they all wanted a big letter to show their authority over the rest of us.
over the centuries it became watered down through the ranks,
until everyone's name ended up with a capital.
and on the subject of capitals,
my third choice is
i'm going to start with this one...
my mother was well into her vinyl.
the third bedroom was basically a music room full of nothing but a stereo, tons of records, posters on the walls and 2 chairs.
my stepfather worked for british rail in the buffet.
he used to do the piccadilly to euston train,
then the euston up to edinburgh one,
stay overnight in an hotel
and do then the return journey the next day.
trouble was there was a woman who also worked with him on the buffet.
dead pretty and that.
naturally they became very close.
(as an aside, they used to take their own bread and fillings and sell sarnies to passengers for a tidy profit).
anyroad,
eventually they became edinburgh lovers and had a child,
so one day he confessed to my mum that he was leaving.
i'd been told beforehand to go and play out,
but i stayed upstairs and heard them arguing downstairs.
i stuck on the stylistics vol2. to cover it.
i was hungry and thirsty,
i sat on the top step for a couple of minutes and there was no more arguing,
so i ventured down only to find them shagging on the rug in front of the fire, facing away from me.
i went directly into the kitchen and made a cheese sarnie with a glass of milk and returned through the lounge to go back upstairs.
they were still copulating.
when i got back to the music room this was playing.
he left the next day.
Yeah, my top 10 could change daily.There's a difference between favourite records and ones that soundtracked key moments in your life?
The ones that most remind me of childhood for example are the likes of Long Haired Lover From Liverpool, Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, Billy Don't Be a Hero and Seasons In the Sun. Good songs but not the sort I could listen to endlessly.
Oldham Athletic firm of the 80s/90sF.Y.C
Exactly 10 desserts and one record called "How to build a raft" is the right answer.If I was on a desert island the last thing on my mind would be music, food and water would be the first priority.
can you not find some middle ground?There's a difference between favourite records and ones that soundtracked key moments in your life?
christ on a bike.Yeah, my top 10 could change daily.
If I was on a desert island the last thing on my mind would be music, food and water would be the first priority.
Tell that to Robinson Crusoecan you not find some middle ground?
it's not deadly serious.
christ on a bike.
i must possess tens of thousands of songs.
they don't have to be your favourite 10, bill.
can you not just choose a song, add an anecdote and post it?
or is it that you don't know how to post a video :)
it can't be that you have no stories.
and anyway, the tale doesn't even have to be true.
imagine all the people who have been invited onto desert island discs...
would they say what you said?
nobody is actually going to end up on a desert island.
it's a bit of fun.