I suppose thousands of trees get cut down every day, but it was the act of cutting down that tree, knowing it would upset a great many people, such a callous act, for no gain.I just didn't care about an old tree being cut down.
It's a tree, it was pretty and now it's gone. "Burn him at the stake" said the people who cared. The irony was lost on everyone.I suppose thousands of trees get cut down every day, but it was the act of cutting down that tree, knowing it would upset a great many people, such a callous act, for no gain.
Just makes you wonder how somebody could want to upset so many people. What makes a person like that tick ?
One of my fondest gig memories was going to see the Tom Robinson Band at the Apollo in 1979 and being lured from the bar by the faint sound of the support band. That band turned out to be a then unknown outfit called Stiff Little Fingers who were yet to release their ground-breaking first album. And they were fucking brilliant!I'm in the same boat..... ask me what my first gig is and i will happily tell the world it was Stiff Little Fingers in July 80 aged 17.
However, one December night when i was probably 11 or 12 my parents dragged me and one of my other brothers to some theatre (suspect they couldn't get a baby sitter.....) to see Peters and Lee, with support from Mike & Bernie Winters and a very young The Nolans.
That fucking Peters and Lee hardly had any songs and sang Welcome Home twice.
You need to seek psychiatric help mate.I get turned on by a scouse women's accent.
Hate the mens one though.
Stop it am getting a stiffyYou need to seek psychiatric help mate.
Can you imagine being nagged in scouse?
Stop it am getting a stiffy
Gone in limp mode nowThink of Thatcher.
No chance. My last squeeze was from Chester and that was bad enough.I get turned on by a scouse women's accent.
Hate the mens one though.