StoneHow are you pronouncing that, fella?
StoneHow are you pronouncing that, fella?
I pronounce it SconeHow are you pronouncing that, fella?
I’d fancy my chances against Enid.Arguing about religion is like arguing my fairy tale is more truthful than your fairy tale. Also, the people who fight in the name of religion are just fools who are prepared to kill over a fairy tale. Anyone want to fight Hans Christian Anderson or Enid Blyton;-)
Another Bowie song that can do that for me is 'Quicksand' on the 'Hunky Dory' album and what an album that is. It's sometimes difficult to choose which is my favourite album, that or '...Ziggy Stardust...'Snap, that song has always resonated with me. The only other song that can send goosebumps up and down my arms every time is "The Sound of Silence" cover by Disturbed.
I grew up in Gorton and Levenshulme. Gorton was at least 80% blue, The tight streets around Cross Street were largely skilled Working Class English with only a handful of Irish (and Scots) families though they grew in number as you headed towards Gorton Monastery, West Gorton and Openshaw. Clayton was practically all red. Almost all my Levy mates were Irish decent and amongst the lads who hung around in Johnny’s Cafe were lots of match going Reds maybe 70/30 reds to blues. Religion was never a big deal but loads of Catholic priests had season tickets at Old Trafford in those days !And yet the strong Irish communities of Moss Side, Levenshulme, Gorton, Withington, Fallowfield were dominated by City fans and so was my Catholic School. Chorlton was split 50/50 and the Catholic Polish community in Brooks Bar mostly followed City. This was in the 60s and 70s. Your analysis is exaggerated.