The ILE Bar week 2

Message Bookmarked

Bookmark Removed

This is CJ's bar, set up by her assistant. You can check back to Week 1's archived bar talk if you like, but that bar has now been burnt down and replaced by this one, so you won't get a drink there.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*sigh*

Martin...my hero!

(C J continues washing glasses, wiping down the bar, and chatting to the regulars)

How's Anthony doing in the Siesta Room? He hasn't been out since Misu accidentally attacked his genitals. Should we go and check on him, do you think?

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i escaped the fire
no thanx to you criminals

― anthony, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Anthony is fine - we've just been arguing about Jeff Koons' art. That's if you accept that being fine and liking Jeff Koons aren't oxymoronic, of course...

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It was the cat smoking in bed. Trust me on this one.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Though perhaps next time the bar gets rather cluttered, we should warn the punters that, um, the cat is heading upstairs looking sleepy with a packet of fags (I think they're buying it...).

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

though anthony and i are fags, we did had nothing to do with misu's pyromania...

mind you, I had some trouble there for a while - thought you'd gone all upmarket...

now, where's that pint of goat's piss i was saving for a good occassion...like midnight

― Queen G of the You talked about my essence with my mother?, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, since this bar is all about self-advertisement, I guess Jeff Koons would be right at home here.

It's a shame that the exhibition of my wax crayon pictures got destroyed in the fire. The Man from Del Monte was about to buy them all for a staggering sum of virtual dosh, I'm quite sure of it.

You must excuse me for a moment - my clothes and hair still smell rather strongly of smoke and I think I need a shower.

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

pour me a strong gin and tonic, will you? friday sucked. serious relationship issues.

after that i could go for some vodka

― geeta, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'll take over behind this here bar while you're gone.

* Tries Tom Cruise in Cocktail style tricks, breaks things, looks embarrassed. *

Um, I'll just pull pints and pour things into glasses, I think.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi Geeta. What's the trouble?

* Makes a G&T without breaking anything further. Checks the vodka is within easy reach: it is... *

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'll have some tea please! thanks!

― jel --, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi Jel. Milk, sugar? The kettle will be boiled any moment. How's you weekend so far?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

it's going well thanks. I've been totally hmmm 'geeky'...comic shops, and seeing spidey again, and buying German tweetronica...and trying to explain to my friend why I felt the need to spend £10 on a mini- optimus prime..."sort of just as an ornament" didn't seem to work! heh! I missed the 3rd place play-off...it sounds like it was a good match...how are you martin?

― jel --, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yep, the third place playoff was great fun. They seemed to more or less relax and enjoy themselves. I've been in a comic shop this week too (Gosh, here in London). I bought the new New X-Men, Lone Wolf & Cub 22 and the old Mister Miracle collection, having recently registered that I was missing several of these. I used to be in comics professionally, you know.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I note that in this bar thread, I have claimed to have worked as a barman, a cleaner, a butcher and a comics pro. I may have mentioned being a cook and an accountant and in computing too. This is undoubtedly sounding implausible BUT IS ALL ABSOLUTELY TRUE. I figure it'll make me sound interesting inside the back cover of the novel I have no intention of ever writing...

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Such madness! Well, we will salute the ILE bar denizens here in SF shortly, as well the NYC crew I'm sure. What a day for a party! ;-)

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Not that I'd ever discourage partying, but why is today an especially good day? I mean, the weather's nice here, but from my limited experience of California, it's always good there, so there must be more to it than that...?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Of course every day is party day here at CJ's!

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Wow martin...you were in the comic business?...tell me more!

Oh, and this time I spotted the Stan Lee cameo in Spider-man, he was on screen for only 2 seconds.

Hip hip hooray for ILX San Fran and ILX New York, on their magical meet up day!

― jel --, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

don't cheer too soon jel, remember poor old jess's saga at one of the earlier ilx-nyc meets!!

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I published and edited a critical mag about comics for years (FA - only specialists will recall it!), and edited two lines of comics myself for a few years - one a commercial enterprise, repackaging US comics versions of Aliens, Terminator and the like for the UK market, and another more independent, adult line including work by Grant Morrison, Eddie Campbell, Neil Gaiman, Mark Millar and others. Small time and patchy, but very good in places. Oh, and I was semi-involved in an unsuccessful fortnightly newstand title called Toxic, too.

I knew loads of bigger pros too. I was most thrilled to meet Jack Kirby, and I was good friends with Alan Moore for a while, but I knew dozens to some degree.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Tell us the story, Mark!

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

what was the saga!?!!?!

yes vodka yes gin yes please to go along with the 'i hate gurls' C90 that i am making :(

― geeta, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, I can hardly encourage any kind of I Hate Gurls attitude, but here is your gin and your vodka. Separate glasses: if you want them together, you'll have to perform the act yourself.

And can I get you a drink, Mark?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, the place is filling up nicely! I'm all freshly showered and nice-smelling again, but it's almost a shame I have to go to a real bar in the real world now .......... I'd actually rather hang about here and chat to you lot. I'm really enjoying getting to know you.

You're doing a fabulous job as 2.i.c. here Martin! Remind me to sort out a pay rise for you on Monday, you really deserve it. I'm impressed about the comics thing too....... perhaps you'd be able to answer that much-debated-when-drunk-at-CJ's-dinner-parties question re: Is The Hulk Stronger Than The Thing?

Oh, what the Hell - I'm only going down the village pub anyway, so perhaps I'll just stay and have a swift sherbet here first.

*C J potters around behind the bar and helps herself to a G&T*

Anyone seen Anthony's monkey? He had started that rock-covers band in the old pub - have they gone on tour or something?

*sips ice cold G&T* Cheers, all!

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

See you later, CJ. The answer is that the Hulk is distinctly stronger than the Thing, no question about it.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i am watching charmed with jel in the tv room, i will be back

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I am also watching Charmed - turns out it's on the big screen here! It is a particularly rub episode, with very feeble "this'll do" plot convolutions. I know someone who is friends with the script editor on the show, who should be thoroughly ashamed.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

What the hell kind of bar has Charmed on the big screen?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Do you think they wanted a good looking, charismatic, skilled actor to play Cole, but had run out of money and just grabbed whoever would work for food, or what?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

what is charmed [and can we eat them]

― geeta, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Have you not noticed that it is a Magic Big Screen in this bar? Everyone can see exactly what *they* want on it, even if dozens of people are all watching simultaneously. It's brill. I'm currently watching re-runs of The Young Ones.

I rather like this concept of a virtual world.

(C J fluffs up the big floor cushions in front of the TV screen)

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Charmed, Geeta, is a post-Buffy post-Beverly Hills 90210 tale of three sisters who are witches and have to fight a new crap demon every week. Cue menacing, the odd fight scene as convincing as, say, a TJ Hooker sprint, then final victory with this week's Magic Demon Defeating Spell that they happen to have lying around. It stars her out of some other things, Shannon Doherty (was she in 90210?), the cute Alyssa Milano and someone else.

Anyway, it's finished now. I'm now watching the Glastonbury coverage on BBC Choice. Don't recognise the band.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

They were The Coral, apparently. Not any good.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

u cannot eat them if u h8 gurls geeta: charmed = Shannen Doherty + Holly Marie Combs + Alyssa Milano

instead of taking a train, jess decided to drive to nyc cz it was a nice day, but there was nowhere to park and all kindsa things went wrong and in the end it was too late to meet up after all, and he had to turn round and drive all the way back to philly in tears (well maybe not in tears on the outside but on the inside)

anyway it woz rubbish and expensive and his readers cried too

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

there was a thread, but i can't find it

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, that's put me right off jetting over to NYC to meet them. Not that I'd planned to pilot my own personal plane or anything, obv.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

rub episode: i think NOT! one of the demons cd disappear except only for her eyes!!

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yes, that was a half-decent magic gimmick special effect, in a Cheshire Cat kind of way. I think all episodes of Charmed are utter rub, and I watch it every week. You might want to remember this for anytime I start sounding snobbish about any TV

Oh fuck they've got Jools Holland and his band on from Glasto now

shows.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You cannot fly your private plane over to NYC because you have been drinking.

I quite like Jools Holland

(sorry)

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Re BBC Choice, there's a new comedy series starting thereon this week set in a hairdressing salon. Is it my getting old, or did we have something not unlike that only finishing a few weeks back, viz Cutting It? This new one, Having It Off (hoho), sounds rub, however.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

blimey i am going back into the back room again in that case, to eat Alyssa Mil- i mean, to watch casualty

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

And not having a private plane, and not knowing how to fly. I think we have to face the fact that this plan is less than flawless.

Jools seems a nice enough chap, but banning him from ever getting within five feet of a piano would certainly make the world a better place.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

gimmme cachaça. now

― Chupa-Cabras, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Given that this bar has every drink available, this'll be here somewhere...give me a minute...

I'm assuming it's a drink, anyway. Any idea, CJ?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Chupa is being disengenuous. Said drink -- it is a drink, indeed -- is the national drink of Brazil, but since he is underage, you are assisting in the corruption of a minor. ;-)

Of course, for all I know folks in Natal pound down the stuff starting at birth, so hey! And it's a good day for a get-together because it really is a beautiful day here in SF. Indeed, I'm about to get out of here and walk up to the meet-up. Talk to everyone again on Tuesday, that's when I'll be near a computer again!

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Okay Ned - have fun!

And Chupa, we don't actually care about your age here anyway, because this is an online bar serving online drinks, and we can and do serve anyone. Here you go - sorry it took a while to find, but with every drink in the world to search through...

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Alright ned waht do you think is better. To get drunk and lay down on the middle of the street next to a shitty bar or at ILE? *turn the drink down the throat*

― Chupa-Cabras, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Getting virtually drunk in CJ's is best! No contest!

What do I know? I've not got drunk since 1978!

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You have not got drunk since 1978? Why so?

What happened in 1978 that had this terrible effect on you? Did you seek enlightenment within the envelope of religious servitude (i.e. did you become a monk at Prinknash Abbey or wherever), or is it just that your friends seldom offer to ply you with enough beer for you to become merry?

I cannot imagine a world without hangovers, personally.

You will note that I have returned from village pub to tend my virtual bar again....... as there is less in the way of cigarette smoke here.

Although, despite what I said above, I think I'll just have a nice cup of tea now.

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It wasn't anything traumatic. I went off to university in Cambridge, and was out more nights than not drinking. Not excessively, but enough to get pretty drunk - 6 or 7 pints. And I was smoking a fair amount of dope too, and the combination seemed not to suit my stomach. I decided I liked being stoned, and didn't much like being drunk, so I don't drink a great deal of alcohol nowadays.

And I don't really understand how I was putting away two pints of liquid an hour through a whole evening - I don't drink that quantity generally. I guess now I drink two pints in an average evening, which seems enough to prevent me getting thirsty.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I could not afford to go boozing every night when a student due to having only minimum grant, and parents who believed it would be a Jolly Good Thing if I financed my way through life sans hand-outs.

Also, have never smoked dope. Nor done any drugs in fact. I must qualify for the award of Most Boring Person On ILE.

*sighs, and sips cup of tea*

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm out of school and unemployed and I still can't keep up with the ILE bar!

― Maria, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I had some money in the bank when I started as a student: by the time I dropped out at the end of that first term, that had all gone.

As for drugs, alcohol is immensely more potent than dope - and tea is more addictive! My ex-wife drank about two gallons of tea a day (no exaggeration) and was physically addicted - several hours without her fix (or the methadone-equivalent, coffee or a cola) and she got very irritable and developed bad headaches.

And nobody in history has ever become less boring by smoking dope. Unless it makes them fall asleep and stop talking to you, poss. All the drugs require a fine balancing act for social interaction, alcohol included. At least dope's drawbacks are pretty benign - no one gets aggressive (alcohol) or arrogant (coke), for instance.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Good grief. I've just had my first contact from Friends Reunited - someone who I was best mates with for about six months in 1978, and hadn't seen since 1981. He apparently became a diver in the Orkneys, then joined CID! I wouldn't have guessed...

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Friendsreunited is brilliant! I didn't want to join at first, as I thought it would be filled with all the nerdy people that you never liked much anyway - but it's fantastic. I've always been hopeless at keeping in touch with people - especially as I travelled a lot and kept losing people's addresses - but I've been re-acquainted with loads of old friends through that site.

Wish I'd thought of it first, though. I bet they've made millions out of it.

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Ooh, Orbital are on the Glasto coverage now - that's more like it. It's been bloody Coldplay or Starsailor or Electric Soft Parade every time I've checked in before now!

I haven't joined FriendsReunited, but I put my details on, which is a stupid worst-of-both-worlds arrangement: my contact details are there for anyone, but I can't contact who I want to. There is one guy I'd love to find - we were best friends in school (1973-77) and stayed close afterwards. He was at Uni in London, and got to drinking excessively, so visiting stopped being fun, and I couldn't help from Bristol where I lived, and we drifted apart. I'd love to get in touch again.

The guy who just wrote to me wasn't a school friend - in fact I met him at the aforementioned Leigh Delamere Motorway Service Station, where I worked between school and uni. Actually, he was going out with my now-ex-wife before I was - she dumped him and asked me out about an hour later! I guess he must have remembered what school I'd been to, or can you search in other ways?

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There's a heated debate taking place at the moment on another message board I post on - they're arguing which is more harmful, dope or alcohol. Everyone seems to agree with you that dope is the lesser of two evils. I liked this particular post :

"Which is worse? ALCOHOL!!!!!!

Without a doubt.

It causes throat and liver cancer.

It destroys families.

It causes people to drink and drive and kill others.

With pot you eat an entire box of Oreos or spend an hour looking for your keys"

Sounds harmless enough (though I'm not that keen on Oreos!), but I still don't fancy trying it.

I'm not addicted to caffeine either......honest!

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You can search Friendsreunited by the person's name or by school.

I've joined the site - if you want to send me the chap's details to my e-mail addy (if you want to keep it private), I'll look him up for you straight away if you like.

I'll need his name, and the name of a school or college he attended, with a rough stab at a leaving date. I'll mail you straight back.

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

An old friend wrote his thesis on cannabis's effects. I remember him telling me about interviewing some eminent expert who said that the only danger in cannabis use was that fools insisted on mixing it with tobacco, which was a really dangerous drug.

Its effects are to relax you, physically and mentally. This reduces inhibitions against talking bollocks for hours, can impair sex (though it seems to heighten feelings when consumed in smaller quantities*), but feels very pleasant. You will want to drink and eat. You may start to think that songs about elves and wizards are profound, or admiring the art of Roger Dean.

There is no real point in starting to use drugs if you have no taste or desire for them. None of them are actually good for you except in special cases (cannabis is often good for PMT, say). All have some negative effects (though these are virtually always grossly exaggerated in the media - heroin is the major example here).

*My last girlfriend but one bought cannabis by the pound, literally, and smoked vast amounts. The first evening we spent together in my home, I kept up with her. Parts of me were all too relaxed, all too quickly.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You may start to think that songs about elves and wizards are profound, or admiring the art of Roger Dean.

I smoked cannabis just once. It must work retroactively. Haha that is why they say 'under the influence" perhaps....

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Thanks for the offer CJ: it prompted me to visit FR for the first time in ages - and my old pal is there! I shall join and contact him, rather than ask you to do it to save myself a fiver.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

yourallmyfrwendsandiwuvyou igotobednow *falls off stool*

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

blaEHGRaerhhaerghaheg

― mark s, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I hoped we might avoid this kind of thing in an online bar. Still, I cleaned up worse in that Motorway Service Station - do you know that there are people who go into a cubicle then crap on the FLOOR? Amazing.

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Are you OK Mark?

*helps Mark to his feet and pours him into waiting taxi*

Night night all.......time for me to collapse too.

ps. ignore my e-mail Martin.......I've just read your message above. Hope you catch up with your pal again soon!

― C J, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There seems little point in my keeping this place open, since I appear to be alone in here. I'd lock up, but given that the drinks are free and we just burnt down CJ's Mark One, what worse could happen?

I'll try to drop in before the Final tomorrow...

― Martin Skidmore, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

The success of Fiends Reunited is beyond my ken. Ooh, I wonder what all my old school chums are doing now? Oh, hang on a minute, I. DON'T. CARE.
I'm wide awake, I had a looong lie-in. I must have slept for 36 hours today. I missed the 3rd place play-offs and everything. And now the Stereophonics, be damned, are taking up valuable space on the Glasto coverage. Ah, balls.

― DavidM, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm going to sleep on the bar...

― DavidM, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Whos that bum sleeping over there?!

*puts OV7 on the jukebox* Rock Out! Aum Aum Aum Aum Aum esta noche todo puede ser! *dances*

― Chupa-Cabras, Saturday, 29 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yum. Right then.....so slide a glass of chilled white over here! No mickeys, please...

― Nichole Graham, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

http://www.misterdonut.com.sv/imagenes/mister1-1.jpg

LEFT NUT: Pour me a glass o' milk.

RIGHT NUT: I think your fuXoR NUT3z!!!

LEFT NUT: Then, pour me some of that coffee. Black.

RIGHT NUT: Now, I know you're fuXoR NUT3z!!!

BOTH NUTS: Well, we might as order some NUT3zellA and ILx doXNUT3z!!! HAR, HAR, HAR!!!

― Walkin' Talkin' Mister Donut Siamese Twins, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Good morning all. Can I get anyone a pre-match drink?

I have stayed friends with one schoolmate (we went on to Cambridge together, then afterwards started a magazine together), and there was only one other I fancied getting back in touch with. Maybe one other who I'd have written to if he'd been on the list. It always surprises me when anyone older than 30, say, has kept in touch with more than that from school.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Right, I'm off to watch the match => no drinks served until half time, unless CJ wanders in!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

The door to the bar flies open, and in rushes CJ......grabs a quick coffee to go, and rushes back out again........

No time to stop and natter at the moment........can't even watch the match (I've had to record it to watch later)........ I have to work again today. Too busy, too busy. Aaarghhhh!!

See you all later this afternoon.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

…the door creaks open …Rex staggers furtively in, white-faced, shoulders hunched, eyes haunted … hauls himself to the bar and pours himself two pints of strong, strong coffee …retires to the darkest corner and sits pretending to read the newspaper, groaning quietly and exclaiming ‘No!!!’ at five-minute intervals…

― Rex, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i need an oj

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

One OJ, Anthony.

Any idea what's up with Rex in the corner there? Should I ask?

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm very pleased that Brazil won, and especially that Ronaldo scored the goals.

Drink, anyone?

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

IM OFF PAYING DRINKS TO EVRYONE AND ANYONE! GIMME ALL U GOT ITS TIME TO PARTEEEEEEEE

― Chupa-Cabras, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It's champagne all round! Hooray!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

(walks in and sees bar draped in Brazilian flags)

Well .... what a party! I'll join you all in a glass of champagne to celebrate Brazil's victory. Well done them, I say.

*C J passes round a large bowl of popcorn*

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Don't know where all those flags came from. This would be a terrific celebration if there were a few more people around.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well, I'm here - and people say I can start a party in an empty room.

What's the matter with Rex?

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I was worried about Rex. I thought he'd gone.

Let's put on some top party music. Magic Jukebox, gimme Good Times by Chic, then Move On Up by Curtis Mayfield.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL-AAAHHHH!!

Get in.
Yes, we're all Brazillians today. Suddenly. Germany lie defeated, Ronaldo overcomes a bad hair day and gives it some welly, but it's foo-ball that's the real winner here today, Trevor. And isn't it about time that the 'three R's' were part of the school syllabus?
Fill 'er up.

Olez, olez-olez-olez! Olez! Olez! [does the congo round the bar]

― DavidM, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*downs a glass of champagne, grabs Martin's hand and drags him onto the dance floor*

(The dance floor is nice and springy. It's not supposed to be springy - it's just that I put this wood-effect laminate down myself and I'm not that good at DIY)

*C J and Martin boogie round, stepping on each other's toes, totally out of sync with the music, then join the ever-growing conga-line instead*

(Misu peers out from behind the bar, draped in a Brazilian flag, and sighs theatrically)

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

C J and Martin boogie round, stepping on each other's toes...

Where is it that you have seen me dance before, C J?

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Don’t worry about me – this is a day like any other. When you’ve trampled each other into immobility I’ll have another quart of black coffee.

Has there been a football match or something?

― Rex, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi Rex: here's some coffee. We're all pleased that Brazil beat Germany to become World champs.

What's with the Waitrose? Your name, or employers? I ask because my ex-wife worked for them, years ago. They had a policy that no one could be management without A levels; she had none. They were willing to compromise, and promote her to the responsibilities without the salary!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi! So, I was just wondering what everyone thought of Britney's new single "Boys", it's the first song produced by the Neptunes that I've liked. And, what about J-Lo and Nas, does the world need another I'm doing fine record with guest rap from her?...what next J-lo and Skee- lo?

Oh, and I'll just have some tap water...

*empty pockets*

― jel --, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hey Jel - drinks are free here, so if you'd like something else...

Not heard the new Britney, but there's little that the Neptunes have done that I've not loved (Kelis's debut is one of my favourite albums of recent years). I can't say that J-Lo's omnipresence was bothering me - she has made astonishingly tiny impact on my consciousness, for such a huge star.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh in that case I'll have a double jack daniels and coke!

I've been watching MTV and the Box alot this afternoon!

― jel --, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

* serves drink * I watched the footie, then Mouse Hunt (some good slapstick, but basically a doomed attempt to recreate Laurel & Hardy, but without Laurel or Hardy - you'd think they'd have spotted the problem). Then I watched a bit of the Glasto coverage, but the fucking Stereophonics came on again (I was switching between BBC 2 and BBC Choice last night, and they were chasing me), so I put it off and put Iron Flag by the Wu-Tang Clan on instead.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Meanwhile I was watching The Towering Inferno for the first time. O J Simpson playing a scene with Fred Astaire! Thought that was going to be today’s strangest sight, until DavidM began doing a conga on his own.

No, my name isn’t Waitrose, nor do I work for them; they’re merely my ISP. Hope they don’t object too violently to having their trade name compromised by association with the sleazy reprobates of ILE.

CJ, I must be honest with you: earlier today I wrote a posting supporting a cat poisoner. Shan’t try anything with Misu, though – I know he has friends, powerful friends.

Bit of whisky in this coffee, maybe? Three more hours and I might crank up a smile.

― Rex, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm listening to Wreckless Eric now, one of the 'pop stars' I've met. This is the only kind of company where meeting him or John Cooper- Clarke or Captain Sensible might get other than blank looks.

One woman I got close to for a while, I was mentioning these, and she'd never heard of them, and meeting even more obscure comics people like Jack Kirby. She was talking about meeting Denzel Washington and Aretha Franklin and Spike Lee and Toni Morrison and Prince!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Right you trashy muthfuckas, sit down and shut up,a nd welcome the hottest transvestite drag mother fucker this side of Rio de Janeiro - chupa, stop vomiting in the sauna! - Ladies, bentlemen and all other lifeforms, The Queen of Geedom

TOM JONES LYRICS

"I (Who Have Nothing)"

I, I who have nothing I, I who have no one Adore you, and want you so I'm just a no one, With nothing to give you but Oh I Love You

He, He buys you diamonds Bright, sparkling diamonds But believe me, dear when I say, That he can give you the world, But he'll never love you the way I Love You

He can take you anyplace he wants To fancy clubs and restaurants But I can only watch you with My nose pressed up against the window pane I, I who have nothing I, I who have no one Must watch you, go dancing by Wrapped in the arms of somebody else When darling it's I Who Loves you

I Love You I Love You I Love You

Thank you, thank you - oh fuck off you muthafuckas, stop throwing beer nuts.

― Queen fo the buscuits in the oven and the buns in G's bed, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yay Queen G! * Applause *

A quiet word: I don't think Tom's storming version is the original. It's a Leiber & Stoller song, and I'd guess that the Ben E. King is the first (at least of those I know). Mighty Sam's is my favourite - most undervalued soul singer, possibly.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Geoff you are dead right im now having a little vomit feel i even had one of those little ones that goes up and down. I blame the mix of black beans and beer i just had. I wont be drinking anything nor enloying the sauna i just need some aspirins and britneys new single that is exactly like Im a Slave 4 U

― Chupa-Cabras, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I think we cannot legally dispense anything like asprin, even. There's a convenient chemist next door.

If the new one sounds like Slave 4 U I am confident I shall like it.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Rats! I missed the cabaret (due to being down the hospital getting my bruised toes attended to). That was a marvellous rendition, Q! I heard it whilst waiting in Casualty and we all clapped like crazy.

Do you do any Dusty? Or how about something from the Girl From Tiger Bay, aka Shirley Vaseline?

I love a good torch song, me.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There are people who have never heard of Wreckless Eric? A am amazed!! One of Stiff Records' finest. Although, actually, now I think about it, I'm hard pushed to remember anything other than Ca Plane Pour Moi.

*C J starts to pogo, but remembers her bruised toes in time*

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Uh, that was Plastic Bertrand, in fact. Wreckless's best known tunes include Whole Wide World, Semaphore Signals and Reconnez Cherie. He's the only star I've seen who even with the advantage of standing on stage, was still shorter than me - though this was a VERY low stage. I bumped into him in a nearby pub before the gig - not a long shot, giving his drinking then.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Asking around at work some time ago produced a grand total of zero people who had heard of Wreckless. Ditto John Cooper-Clarke who I bumped into at Euston Square coming home from work and chatted to for about 40 minutes. They are computer people. Fine colleagues, but little overlap in other interests.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Plastic Bertrand?

OK, I knew that. Really.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Alrgiht, you asked for it, andmy fucking contract says I have to deliver...but if any of you cunts fuck with the lyric generator and put tom jones down again, there'll be no more mainlining my peruvian powder backstage without a cocksuck - no siree...

Ahem

I just don't know what to do with myself Don't know just what to do with myself I'm so used to doing everything with you Planning everything for two And now that we're through

I just don't know what to do with my time I'm so lonesome for you, it's a crime Going to a movie only makes me sad Parties make me feel as bad When I'm not with you, I just don't know what to do

Like a summer rose needs the sun and rain I need your sweet love to beat all the pain

I just don't know what to do with myself I just don't know what to do with myself Baby, if your new love ever turns you down Come back, I will be around Just waiting for you, I just know what else to do

So take that all you fucking happy-as-larry sods. I'm outta here - a girls gotta go home and put her legs down sometime

― Queen fo the buscuits in the oven and the buns in G's bed, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I seem to recall John Cooper-Clarke was going to have his glasses grafted to his head. Did that ever happen?

― Rex, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

* Another round of enthusiastic applause for Queen G *

Rex: it was odd coming across him. I saw this guy standing there, and I thought "That looks exactly like John Cooper-Clarke." Then I thought "No: he looks exactly like John Cooper-Clarke circa 1979, and it is now 2000 - can't be him." Obviously the instant he spoke to me, I knew. I think he kept his glasses on all the time we were talking (politics, New York Dolls, Public Enemy), but I couldn't testify as to whether they were grafted on.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I've just been watching (on BBC2) Isaac Hayes at Glasto performing Shaft - it's moments like this that at least enable me to understand what it's like to be religious. The best ever for me, of this sort, was seeing Al Green, but Isaac isn't far short. Why can't they have more of these great non-rock acts and less crappy indie rubbish?

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hurrah for Queen G!!!!

Same time next week? Please?

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I am here and dancing

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Why do they make John Peel go to Glastonbury? He always looks so bored!

Anyway, the ILE Bar RoXoR!

Back to my tidying up...

― jel --, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

That is the best Scottish Dancing I have ever seen, Anthony! Where did you learn that? Watching Andy Stewart on the White Heather Club?

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Anthony is from Canada => he will not know who Andy Stewart is.

I don't know that Peel looks any more bored at Glasto than he does whenever he appears on TV.

They are reshowing Isaac Hayes on BBC Choice now (7.32 in the UK), if you're quick.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Im listening to Kylies's "Lovaboat" so pop me up a martini i want to try those little fuckers

― Chupa-Cabras, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Now i am on the stage. Viper Jazz is playing and I am preforming a burlesque that would make sally rand drop her fan.

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*stares, slack-jawed, at Anthony's obvious talent*

Misu! put that handycam down, immediately!

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You're from Canada, Anthony?

I can't believe Canadians have never heard of Andy Stewpot.

*sings discordant version of 'Donald Where's Yer Troosers, and makes mental note not to post here any more due to having consumed quite a lot of wine*

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

edmonton alberta canada.

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

CJ! My booze!

― Chupa-Cabras, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I don't know how Andy Stewart is regarded in Scotland, but I think I'd see him as an embarrassment. Imagine, Anthony, if Canada's best known TV star in America was a singing mountie who exaggerated his accent for comic effect.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'll substitute if CJ is in no fit state. Here's your martini, Chupa.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oops......I am a *terrible* hostess! Sorry Chupa.........here's your martinininini, complete with pimento-stuffed olive.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Ah well: so you have two. Are we contributing to alcoholism? Hope so!

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Martin, I'll have that martini instead then please

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It's all yours, CJ.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I know nothing whatsoever about Edmonton, Anthony. Is it a nice place to be? I used to have relatives in Saskatchewan, which is probably thousands of miles away from you.

Actually, I hate it when people do that. I hate it when people say to me "Oh, you live near Oxford, do you? I have friends in Carlisle" Like I'm supposed to know them.

I plan to visit Canada (for the first time) in the next few months, and do dreadful touristy things i.e. go to Niagara Falls and get wet.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

That was a particularly delicious martini, Martin. Thank you.

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Edmonton is both wonderful and awful .
It is on the North Sask River, a slow and ugly beast, closest to the Mississippi- in hisotry, color and size.
Its cold in the winter and hot in the summer, with Thunderstorms fairly common and Tornados and Blizzards not uncommon
Its also got a big university and manages to have a thriving art music theater scene, that is intimate. Everyone knows everyone.
I like it here, although its not Vancouver.

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Edmonton sounds wild and unpredictable.

I like that

― C J, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

its not really. Its rather dull
The men are hot though.

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Michael Powell is a zillion times more overrated than Kubrick...

― Andrew L, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

now now, we'll have no trouble in this bar

― mark s, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Is my old pal Andrew just trying to wind me up? As it happens, the last sentence I typed in an email to Anthony was "I regard 2001 as the most overrated film of all time", so Andrew's timing is superb, and he knows I love Michael Powell. Still, I imagine he is reacting to the comments (not mine) on a Kubrick thread where 2001 is compared to the quiet little gem that is A Canterbury Tale.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*peeks inside* This is weird. *closes door*

― nathalie, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh, come on in Nathalie. It's very friendly and the drinks are free and the jukebox has everything ever.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Passolinis Canterbury is Better then Powells
But Powells Peeping TOm is Better then Hitchcock
As well Black Narcissus is one of two films were i fell in love with the female lead ( the other is Godards Breathless)

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

And Colonel Blimp is funny and wise, and A Matter Of Life And Death is strange and beautiful, and I Know Where I'm Going is the best Brit romance ever made. He made lovely, wonderful, witty and imaginative films like no one else before or since, and I love many of them. There's not a Kubrick I really care about.

― Martin Skidmore, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*opens door a little bit* "But Anthony, Hitchcock knew how to play the game. Learned his lesson from Peeping Tom. Rear Window is therefore the most POPULAR classic of the two. Peeping Tom was much too blatant, whereas Rear Window was much more subtle. I like both equally. Sorry, have to run!" *closes door*

― nathalie, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i will have red wine and some red meat
i think that most hitchcock films are more mainpultive then they need to be, more obvious.

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

power puff girls cd replace all of cinema w/o loss

― mark s, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

oh how this is true

― anthony, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

One of the up-sides of my job is that I get sent FREE BOOZE by suppliers eager for me to spend the customer's money on their own filth. Currently I'm drinking a spectacular '89 Amorono which tastes like port. Anyone want a glass?

― Matt, Sunday, 30 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Anyone want a glass?

Actually Matt, if you have any Chardonnay, that would be grand....well chilled, please.

Mark, don't tell me you're already calling "The Powerpuff Girls" classic cinema. Somehow, they just don't equal "The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg"---though the colour schemes are as psychodelic. (As I occasionally watch "Powerpuff" cartoons, I know what I'm on about.)

― Nichole Graham, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Good morning Matt,

I wish I had known about your spectacular '89 Amorono which tastes like port last night - I'd have welcomed a glass then. However, it's 6.30am in the UK now, so I think I'll just stick to coffee for now.

And.........the Powerpuff Girls???? Nah. If you're after truly classic cartooning, you can't beat TinTin. I'd love a dog like Snowy.

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i show the dutch comic that was sent to me that features tin tin and snowy fucking
also umbrellas of cherbourg is wonderus

― anthony, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

hi CJ, it is I, Di, ruining ruiner. please wash away my self-pity with lots of booze.

― queenoftheharpies, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*cries at the thought of Tin Tin and Snowy at-it doggy style*

You have ruined my mental images of childhood innocence and joy

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Lots of booze for queenoftheharpies, eh?

*mixes up an interesting cocktail made from every red alcoholic drink behind the bar, which will wash away self-pity and numb the brain*

Misu! Come and take over the bar for a while will you? I have to get to work now, and won't be back in here for several hours. Entertain my guests until I return, please.

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*swills it down*, oh wow, what do you call this? its surely hitting the spot. am i allowed to smoke in this bar?

― queenoftheharpies, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

yes
Also Its Canada Day, can we have something Canadian in the bar ?

― anthony, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

neil young is canadian, lets have him in the bar. do you like neil young anthony?

― queenoftheharpies, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

sort of

― anthony, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

show us yr tits!

― Queen fo the buscuits in the oven and the buns in G's bed, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i don't think you would like my tits queen g. but maybe you were talking to neil young or anthony?

― outofcontrol, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i show geoff my tits
he is bored by them

― anthony, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

he is just pretending to be bored by them, because he is playing hard to get.

― outofcontrol, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Heh, I of course meant to put my Michael Powell-baiting comment on the 'Eyes Wide Shut' thread...

... and I nearly typed 'Peeing Tom' (Ronan to thread!)

― Andrew L, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i pissed on ronan while he was passed out next to the guiness kegs. And someone request a song. Oh yeah, Anthony, I have a tattoo of your tits on my tits, so it's like seen yours, seen mine.

― Queen fo the buscuits in the oven and the buns in G's bed, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Sheesh! I get back in here after a very fraught days at work and find you showing each other your wobbly bits and pissing on people. It's like a kindergarten in here when you're unsupervised!

*C J clears up the bar, and pours fresh drinks for everyone*

Give us a song then, QueenG....... how about "Hey Big Spender"?

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

waddoilooklike - a jukebox that takes cock instead of coins?

I been waiting all night to use that line ;-)

This queen don't sing until sunday - but how the fuck are you anyway?

― Queen fo the buscuits in the oven and the buns in G's bed, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

HI!

*Stares blearily around*

Fuckin.. AAAARGH!

*Hops around holding stubbed toe*

WHAT? WHAT? I...uh...wanna...

*Falls over Ned's long shapely legs*

You bugger...Buggrit... Wanna beer! WAN NA BE YAH! YEAH!

― Sam, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*runs out from behing the bar and slaps a bag of frozen peas on Sam's stubbed toe, and hands over bottle of beer (which may work better to numb the pain*

Don't forget there's a medical room just down the corridor there ...... I'm sure one of the nurses will check you over, if you think you need it....*wink*

(C J helps herself to a G&T, and makes up a large jug of the everything-red-in-the-bar cocktail for QueenG)

Whew! what a day! I'm exhausted. I hate work, and I especially hate Mondays.

*sips ice-cold G&T, and starts to unwind*

Any idea where Misu is? He seems to be missing, and that can only mean he's up to mischief somewhere...........

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*runs around in a circle shouting "idleness of the ghosts of solitude haunt me no more!*

I'll have the usual please!

You are well I trust?

― jel --, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi jel!

You had a double JD and coke last time you were in ......... would that be the usual? Or just a cup of tea?

You sound very, er, well, excitable ........ why are you no longer haunted etc etc? Has something interesting happened, or have they just changed your medication? =;-d

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

hehe! No, I'm fine, just an average day, but not been at work, so that's always good! I was just practicing freeform quasi- philosophical nonense.

― jel --, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Good evening. I'm just listening to Blackalicious's new one, Blazing Arrow, which is terrific so far.

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hello Martin - can I get you a drink, or perhaps you'd care to try these new bar snacks? I've just made a plate of little bruschetta with various toppings....... this sun-blush tomato and basil one is rather nice.

*hands round plate of nibbles for people to try*

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Not for me, thanks: I am the world's fussiest eater and hardly like anything. This is not implying that I am a snob about food; on the contrary. Do you have crisps?

And a pint of bitter, please.

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*hands Martin a pint of bitter*

What flavour crisps would you like? I'm guessing just plain old potato flavoured ones, if you're fussy with food!

Another hour, and I should be able to stop work for the evening. Ho hum.

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I am not that fussy: there are three or four crisp flavours I like. Yes, as many as that. Cheese & Onion, please.

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It has just occurred to me that I have not celebrated my runaway victory in the ILE Fantasy League (I will try to mention this on every thread for the next week, which probably says something about how much success I have enjoyed in my life!). Champagne all round, and do we have a huge bath we can all get in together a la old fashioned cup finals?

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I read the news today (oh boy!) and 'pparently crisps and chips will give you cancer. Yes, it's another 'don't eat food cos it will kill you' scare stories.
Luckily everyone knows that booze is healthy. Phew!

― DavidM, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

They all give you cancer, I think. Chips and crisps are the only vegetables I like. It's hard enough sometimes wanting to live until Thursday, say, let alone wanting to spoil all my fun in some sort of attempt to tack on an extra minute or two to my life.

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Could I just have some orange juice? Champagne's out for me because I'm about to go to Fugazi's Fort Reno show, where I'll encounter everyone on the East Coast who still believes in the "straight-edge" way of life.

― j.lu, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Some OJ: you could mix it with the champagne for a Buck's Fizz, undoubtedly named after the pop group. Are Fugazi fans very straight, then?

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*serves up an orange juice to J.Lu* Nice to see you again!

We don't exactly have a Cup Final bath for frollicking in, but don't forget there is the jacuzzi (which is large enough to accommodate all the ILE posters at once if they so wished, as luck would have it), plus the music from the Magic JukeBox is piped through to the jacuzzi room so it's quite a jolly place to be.

So, what was the ILE Fantasy League all about - I presume you predicted a 2-0 win for Brazil over Germany? What did you win (apart from respect and admiration from your fellow posters)?

I see Timbo has just won his Wimbledon match, despite having a rotten tummy ache all afternoon. Good lad - that's the spirit!

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

We had an ILE league within the BBC's fantasy football game. We had to choose seven players and order them; #1 scores 7pts per goal, #2 scores 6, and so on. My side won by quite a big margin.

* Strips off and gets in the jacuzzi * Hey, this is better than in the real football world: we don't have to pretend there is no homoerotic element to lots of fit naked men in the bath together enthusiastically congratulating each other!

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

The straight edge (no alcohol, nicotine, or drugs of abuse; vegan more often than not) element is a minority in AmerIndie rock, but a very vocal one. It wouldn't do for me to show up reeking of booze -- excuse me while I strip and take a quick dip in the jacuzzi.

― j.lu, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Shall I bring a tray of drinks through to the jacuzzi room? Misu can be in charge of the bar in case anyone else should turn up, and I'll just leave a note telling everyone where we are.

*scribbles note : We Are In The Jacuzzi.....Please Join Us!*

(C J grabs a bottle of champagne to add to the tray of drinks, and heads for the jacuzzi to splash water on Martin and j.lu*

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hellooo?? *approaches bar, reads note* Yoinks! I thought it was Quiz Nite?!

― stevie mitch, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You can answer questions perfectly well in a jacuzzi, you know. Have I mentioned my computerised Trivial Pursuit with well over a thousand questions by me on TV, Movies, Music, Literature, Comics and Art? Random question selection by subject included. If anyone ever fancies a quiz night with those categories...

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Sounds great! How about a dartboard in there too? And an organist on Thursdays?

― stevie mitch, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I hope you will insist that we are NOT having a dartboard near the jacuzzi, CJ!

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh, I love quizzes! We should arrange a Quiz Night in the bar sometime this week. That'd be great. Mind you, if you wrote all the questions, Martin, then you won't be able to play because you'd know all the answers ........or alternatively, can I be on your team? :)

I think it would be nice to organise a 4th of July barbecue in the garden on Thursday, too. Show there's no hard feelings re: tea spillage etc.

What do you say? I could probably get some contractors here to excavate an outdoor swimming pool tomorrow, and I have plenty of charcoal, sausages, burgers etc. I can stop off on the way home from work and get several hundred metres of american-flag-bunting ....... it'll be fun! I love parties, even virtual ones.

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm just starting a quiz night - I thought I'd run it elsewhere rather than cluttering up CJ's too much.

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

As a former cook (yes, lots of past jobs - I'm not making any up) I am happy to help with the barbie. I'm not trying to detach the Quiz Night from the bar - but this thread is already getting unwieldy again. You're going to have to employ a full-time arsonist, you know...

― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I think I had better get out of this jacizzi now.........I've gone all pruny

― C J, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*Returns from Fugazi concert*

Ahh, what a show. And the kids! It was so sweet to see all the budding social activists, so starry-eyed as if no one had ever been a straight edger before.

*Drags deeply on both a cigarette and a joint; hoovers up a large bump of cocaine; chugs champagne straight from the bottle; ponders whether to order the veal chop or the foie gras*

Okay, my review can wait until tomorrow. Tonight I party! More champagne, Misu, please! *strips down again and hops back into the jacuzzi*

― j.lu, Monday, 1 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i need some love baby, who wants to ride the hobby horse to o town.

oh dear the champers has gone to my head.

― anthony, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Evening all. If anyone fancies joining in on the quiz night part two (still a chance to win a worthless prize!), it's in this other room over here.

― Martin Skidmore, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

the champers obviously went to anthony's monkey's ehad and his other parts.

muterfuckingmutter......

sperm in my goat's piss? Who would've thought it would come to this?

― Queen of the young uns who ask what exactly is rimminG, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Invented a new cock-tail, have we? Lovely.

I'll just have a glass of Chablis though, as I'm feeling rather less than adventurous today. Too tired to even call in and play Martin's Quiz, though I may perk up a bit after this wine.

― C J, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

You're going to have to join in quickly if you are to revive your chances, CJ - Dan Perry is currently ahead with 8pts (you have 4), and only 11 questions left!

― Martin Skidmore, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I think the Quiz Night was pretty successful, CJ. Did you count the bar takings? (I'm guessing steady at zero...)

I'll do another when I feel like it. I have lots of questions on TV, movies, books, comics and art - votes for which to do next will be listened to, if not obeyed. I think the comics ones might be a bit challenging for people who aren't all major comic fans - the original target audience, my pals, are all big comic fans, and were to be working in teams too, so they're tough questions.

― Martin Skidmore, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Thanks for hosting the Quiz evenings Martin ........ a great success, and most enjoyable (even if I did nod off just now). Sorry about that, but I've been workng for 17 hours without a break and I am on the verge of collapse.

May I leave you in charge of handing round the glasses of celebratory champagne to the quiz contestants?

Another quiz sometime would be wonderful, although I could only answer questions on comics if they related to The Beano as my knowledge doesn't extend much past that. TV questions would be good though, or art, or lit....... *falls asleep on keyboard*

― C J, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

quick, everyone, while she's asleep - remember the plan - yes, that's right, the sling and harness go on the roof along with the lcd screen - this queen's gonna bring cj porn to the bar if it's the last monkey semen coctail i drink

― Queen G of the coffee cups in distress, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*awakes suddenly, and rubs eyes*

Misu! Come down from the roof immediately! What on earth are you doing up there with that harness?

(a loud clattering and howling sound is heard)

Misu! Noooooooo! Leave Queen G's frock alone!

*C J stares aghast, as Misu floats down past the bar window (grinning wildly) clinging to a home-made sparkly parachute*

Well, not 'floats' exactly. More 'plummets'.

― C J, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Geeta, you're a man? Is Geeta short for something? Is it commonly used as a male name in parts of India?

― sundar subramanian, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Unless you're a self-loathing lesbian, which, along with your ILx posts, would make you like the coolest Indian girl I've ever heard of.

― sundar subramanian, Tuesday, 2 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

hah! your second guess is much closer to the truth, sundar

i'm a 22 yr old female - but most of the time i feel like a 13 yr old boy

― geeta, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

good morning

*a small Peter Lorre-like man shuffles out of the shadows as if from nowhere, hackles rise on the revellers necks, the party atmosphere dies a frigid death*

my name is Senor Pulpo. Some of you may know me as a cockney taxi driver. Others as Sepher Yetzirah. Once I was known as Peter Stillman. Others have called me Ahasuerus, though they were fools, merely projecting the horror of their age upon my form.

*laughs a metallic, mirthless laugh, Miso begins to howl*

I have come an infinitely long way, and I have a long way to go. I will not impose upon you for long. I have only one favour to ask. A man named Rex was seen here with something that belonged to me. A rare and valuable copy of the Trigan Empire chronicles, with - shall we say- unusual characteristics. I want it back. If I may wait here in this dark end of the bar for his return I would be -eternally- grateful.

*a gloved hand touches the bar, miso begins to scream and dissapears like a shot from the room - the stranger melts back into the shadows from whence he came*

― Senor Pulpo, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Well.....hello there Senor Pulpo! Can I offer you a drink while you are waiting for your *coughs* friend *coughs* to come in?

And you really MUST try the last bag of these most excellent Piggy Pork Scratchings too.......they are delicious!

*proffers bag of PPS to Sr Pulpo, and smiles wryly as he begins to eat*

(SR Pulpo clutches at his throat, then slumps forward onto the table and begins snoring loudly)

― C J, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*SENOR PULPO's DREAM*

*a bell is tolling somewhere in a dusty, deserted nocturnal city. He notices that the flags are at half-mast today. It's because of deaths that happened yesterday. Some big accidents. As he walks out of his house he sees a friend he had thought dead for decades: he asks her "that day at the beach - why did you turn away?" she agrees to wait for him, he must deliver some letters to his mother first. But when he returns she is gone. Despairing, he walks the deserted streets calling her name. A creature crawls up onto the dock; it looks like a dog-sized black lobster, with lots of claws and tendrils. He throws it back into the sea.*

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

― Senor Pulpo, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

"hubo un tiempo que fue lindo, que fue libre de verdad"

Senor pulpo, you are death, you a hev come for me at last. But can we play one more round of strip CJ naked before I go?

― Queen of the young uns who ask what exactly is rimminG, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Play "strip CJ naked"??????

What are you trying to do? Put everybody off their supper?

― C J, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*pulpo casts a bleary eye over the scene, his eyebrows arch, and something haunting briefly passes across his eyes. he smiles, the rooms grows perceptibly colder*

no, I am not death. I have been known as Malchus, Cartaphilus, Sameri and Ahasuerus. See John 18:20-22. In short, my friend, I am the Wandering Jew. Well, nice to see you. If you see Rex tell him I was looking for him. Oh, and cheers for the pork scratchings. If my brother comes in, for god's sake don't buy a one sided coin off him. Cheers then.

― Senor Pulpo, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

phew - i thought i was a gonna, but then he went...

now, where was i? Ah yes CJ, it was 1936 ona ship somewhere of the outer hebrides i belive

― Queen of the young uns who ask what exactly is rimminG, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Senor,

If you are a Wandering Jew, perhaps you should not have eaten those (drugged) porky scratchings. I hope you don't get into any trouble for this.

With kind regards, etc

― C J, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

QueenG,

".......it was 1936 on a ship somewhere off the outer hebrides i believe........"

*C J's mind wanders back to a time when she used to listen to the Shipping Forecast on the radio over Sunday Lunch. She settles into a comfy chair and sips a Long Island Iced Tea, eager to hear Queen's riveting story*

― C J, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*Falls over Ned's long shapely legs*

Why thank you. Anyway, just some water and aspirin for now, please.

― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

".......it was 1936 on a ship somewhere off the outer hebrides i believe........"

This puts me more in mind of Michael Powell movies, especially I Know Where I'm Going, though that is set a few years later.

Sorry I wasn't in last night - I was in a different (kind of) pub with a bunch of others from here, in a drink planned as a farewell to Ronan. Of course Ronan didn't actually show up...

― Martin Skidmore, Thursday, 4 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

"and then a group of rather ragged sailor trash types barged through the door, draggin a semen crusted body with them. The body was plopped at my feet, the sailors departed with a strange grin, and that was how I came to be introduced to Sr Easton"

― Queen G of the pinched nerve in her neck, Friday, 5 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*rapturous applause*

You make my life sound so dull by comparison

Anyone fancy a drink? I've been too busy to call into the bar for the past few days, but I think I might start unwinding for the weekend about now. I think a glass of wine would be in order.

― C J, Friday, 5 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh the weekend has already started here. Not officially. My mind's just not @ work, I am afraid (as in -> I ph34r my boss might notice I am not in zee office). Anyhoo anyone know if the bookshops and museums are open on sundays in London? I might po(o)p over in a couple of weeks to get away from this *shit*.

― nath @ work, Friday, 5 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Twenty to one on Sunday morning

*runs in....grabs bottle of vino.......runs out again*

Thank goodness for all this free booze.............

― C J, Saturday, 6 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Do you mind? I’d already opened that bottle. You snatched it from my nerveless hand. Never mind, I was on the point of unconsciousness already….

― Rex, Saturday, 6 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oops....sorry....but at this precise moment, I think you will find that my need is greater than yours...

― C J, Saturday, 6 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Lights, ass, hair. ahem - you wanted her, she's back, cocks and balls in all their glitter, it's Queen G of the mucous mind

Isn't it rich, are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air! Send in the clowns! Isn't it bliss, don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move! Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns! Just when I stopped, opening doors finally knowin' the one that I wanted was yours, making my entrance again, with my usual flair sure of my lines, but no one is there! Don't you love farce? My fault I fear! I thought that you'd want what I want I'm sorry my dear! Quick, send in the clowns . . . Don't bother . . . they're here! Isn't it rich, isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career! Where are the clowns? There's gotta be clowns! Maybe next year. . . . maybe next year!

That's right you fucktards, noe of that changing the lyrics like htat drama queen Krusty the Clown or Babs would do. Now, fuck off, and hand me my caffiene drip.

― Queen G of the onwards and upwards, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

This is one hell of a hangover. Could have sworn I just heard this terrible screeching, warbling noise – and I’ve got iridescent beehive wigs before the eyes…

Coffee! For God’s sake, coffee!

― Rex, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*CRASH******

That was Rex's ass getting kciked outta the bar, followed by a 17 inch stilletto inserted with no lube.

You may insult Queen Liz, or the bildebergs or even harry, but never Queen G nor Prince Willie.

― Queen G of the onwards and upwards, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*wipes away a sentimental tear*

That was a wonderful rendition, Quuen G! Beautiful, just beautiful!

*sniffle*

― C J, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

but most of the time i feel like a 13 yr old boy

Heh, so do I.

As bar talk goes, life sucks for the most part. My heart is bent if not broken, my best friendship is up in the air, I'm about to spend a fortune on therapy, most of my students are on vacation, I need to find an apartment in what has to be this country's worst real estate market, Montreal's really smoggy today, and the Jazz Festival sucked tonight. I don't know if I should order a drink though. I enjoy dope and alcohol a little less than I used to. I don't know if this is good or bad.

― sundar subramanian, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

On a possibly positive note, I'm experimenting with not eating junk food for a while.

― sundar subramanian, Sunday, 7 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

"but most of the time i feel like a 13 yr old boy"

Isn't that illegal in Montreal??

― C J, Monday, 8 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

No CT, that's feeling up a 13 year old, not feeling like. Unless you say you're feeling, like, a 13 yr old. Maybe. Mumble.

― Queen G of the war against something or other, Monday, 8 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*shuffles into bar* oooh, sorry, you've got to understand this is the first time I've ventured out of the house since the op. Better have a coke, this label on my box of codeine clearly states "Avoid alcoholic drink". *looks round to see who's most likely to be taken in by stories about the old war wound*.

― MarkH, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I hope you're well, Mark. When you take a drink, will there be little fountains of beer springing out from various parts of your body, as in a cartoon?

― Martin Skidmore, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hic. Bleuuuuuuuuugggghhhh!

Sorry. I'll clean it up. Who are YOU LOOKIN' AT!!!

Bleuuuuugggghhhhh! Arrggh!

― Dr. C, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh no! Little fountains o' beer! Oh no! I've run out of fingers to plug these holes. Would somebody like to erm, lend a hand?

― MarkH, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Which holes are on offer, Mark? Actually, I'm up for just about any, mostly...

― Martin Skidmore, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

*C J quickly wraps MarkH in several yards of cling film*

You survived the op then? Well done! Do you have to eat nothing but ice-cream for a week now?

Oh no, maybe not.........that's after a tonsillectomy, isn't it?

― C J, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Ooh, good thought, CJ - I'll get some ice cream...

― Martin Skidmore, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

What flavour?

Do you have any Rum'n'Raisin, by any chance?

Actually, I make a wonderful home-made ice-cream which melts knicker elastic. It's (don't laugh) Prune and Armagnac......sounds horrible, but tastes divine. Wish I had some of that in the freezer now.....yum!

― C J, Friday, 12 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It's very good of you to make all of this Prune & armangnac ice cream, Misu, while CJ's away. for some reason, since my op I've developed quite a craving for it. I wonder if anyone else is going to come in and ask for some?

― MarkH, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Crikey, I'm sick of all this ice cream. It's all there has been to eat while I was stuck in here for the past few days, unable to get out. I'm glad someone managed to get the doors open again - I was beginning to panic.

Welcome back, everyone.

― C J, Thursday, 18 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

But but but...who's that sitting in the corner? They must've been locked in for three days!

― jel --, Thursday, 18 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Wh..where am I? I just came in outta the rain. Can anyone drop by? Is there a bouncer?

― Greg, Thursday, 18 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hello jel........Hi Greg! Come on in. It's been a bit scary in here for the past few days - no electricity or anything. I'm glad normal service has been resumed now.

*C J uncorks a bottle of wine and pours herself a large glass*

What can I get everyone else to drink?

So, does anyone know what went wrong? Did someone trip over some cables and pull the ILE plug out or something?

― C J, Thursday, 18 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

one year passes...

ha ha ha ha

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 13:45 (twenty-two years ago)

DON'T FUCKIN TRY IT

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 13:55 (twenty-two years ago)

I tried it, what are you going to do?

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 13:55 (twenty-two years ago)

*forcibly brings down heavy wrought iron bar chandelier upon head of trier, splitting said trier's skull into 98 discrete pieces*

and you can sweep the mess up yourself, corpse cunt.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:03 (twenty-two years ago)

awww bless

would you like a drink?

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:04 (twenty-two years ago)

i have no idea what this is about

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:05 (twenty-two years ago)

(xpost)

*indulges in improvised dominoes with elements of trier tissue*

filter your semen out your fucken teeth and sell it as grapefruit fanta.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:06 (twenty-two years ago)

try it

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:07 (twenty-two years ago)

*cuts off prick of trier, slashes open bowels with handy champagne flute, picks out as yet undischarged selected cutlets of shit and sells them to harrods at 400% mark-up as bulgarian caviar sans horsesense*

is it still talking?

*hacks out trier tongue to auction at phillips for the kiddies who are our future*

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)

hiyaaaaa
*waves*

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:09 (twenty-two years ago)

Ooh, its like a pub just raised out of the ground. Open the door let all the water/slime out, and lets sweep up...

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)

It's just like that scene with Shannon Elizabeth from "Scary Movie I".

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Or the smelly alcoholic tramp who kept trying to get into the Pint Pot on May Day last year.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:12 (twenty-two years ago)

What's on draught in here, then?

― ___ (___), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:15 (twenty-two years ago)

*machine guns remainder of bar staff and clientele, pours gasoline over said staff, clientele and bar, lights match, runs out and watches the varicose meme escalate in flames like georgie fame during a miners' strike*

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:16 (twenty-two years ago)

ire, apparently.

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:16 (twenty-two years ago)

maybe a little bile.

I think Marcello needs his cocoa

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:17 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.freakytrigger.co.uk/pictures/fatman.jpg

Thank god for the mystical healing powers of the Jolly German, eh?

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:19 (twenty-two years ago)

thank god for my steel toecap that's just bisected your fucking septum cunt.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:24 (twenty-two years ago)

golly

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:24 (twenty-two years ago)

Marcello - you're barred, you gibbering drunken wreck. I won't have brawling in my pub!

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)

Potty mouth!
x-post

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)

he's funny. so hard on the internet.

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Potty Time!

Michael Bentine to thread.

Bar lady, you don't have a bar, I've just burned it down, and you with it. Ergo you are now Sam Shepard ghost barbed wire drinker at the peckinpah tequila soaked crossroads innit.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:27 (twenty-two years ago)

My septum cunt hasn't had this good a seeing to since that incident with the pool queue in August 2000. Mmmmmmmmmm.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:28 (twenty-two years ago)

he's funny. so hard on the internet.

want to try it in real life then?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:28 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah, alright

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)

a cheque is written.

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Gentlemen, take 10 paces...

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)

but will it bounce?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:30 (twenty-two years ago)

you probably would as well, wouldn't you?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:31 (twenty-two years ago)

so who's the cunt now?

who's the thug here?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh, it'll bounce. Up and down, up and down, just like my wife's nubile breasts when she's getting a good seeing to.

― Farcello Carling (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Will what bounce? Theres been a few possible bouncy things around...

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:32 (twenty-two years ago)

I really wish I had some popcorn.

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)

I know, compelling isn't it?

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)

anyway, i'm out of this thread.

this is depressing.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:33 (twenty-two years ago)

bye

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

So no real, actual, real life fight then?

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Here - have some popcorn Dan!

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

the difference is in the meaning.

you mean it.

how impoverished a life is that?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)

You back?

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:35 (twenty-two years ago)

you don't mean it? pussy

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:35 (twenty-two years ago)

because if i really wanted to sort you out i wouldn't need to resort to bare knuckles. i'd just put a bullet through your skull.

one nanosecond.

that's all that it would take.

but i don't believe in that and you do.

so i'm out of here.

of this thread.

because i'm not about this.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Words fail me.

― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

*LAUGHS*

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

but you seem to be revelling in it

x-post

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

What does it all mean?

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

if you are, then that's truly sad.

sadder than southwark bridge.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

are any of you nutty nigels up for seeing The Football Factory sometime soon by the by? maybe afterwards we can go glass some student twats?

(the first question was deadly serious)

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

I think the only person being serious on this thread is me. Honestly, I'm completely craving popcorn (thx CJ!).

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

it's kinda funny, but I ain't revelling

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)

and that's why i'm better and not a better.

i know what i need for a fulfilled life.

and that's all i need.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)

Mm, popcorn! A good drink now would be pretty nice.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)

A breeze blows up. It catches a plastic bag, which raises slightly. A dog jumps, attacks and savages the bag, then runs away...

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)

American Cujo

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)

and that's all there is.

all i need.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:38 (twenty-two years ago)

"You're a cunt"
"No you're a cunt!"
"Bah...I was just playing - why did you go and say that?"

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:39 (twenty-two years ago)

so i'm out of here.

out of this thread.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:39 (twenty-two years ago)

and that's it.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:39 (twenty-two years ago)

you said that already

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:40 (twenty-two years ago)

all that there is.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:40 (twenty-two years ago)

awww can't let go?

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:40 (twenty-two years ago)

He's left his pint undrunk. We must be on the telly.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Until he posts again of course!
x-post haha!

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:41 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.tvtome.com/images/people/1/3/82-8390.jpg

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:41 (twenty-two years ago)

What would you like to drink, Ned? How about a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice topped up with sparkling water and lots of ice?

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:41 (twenty-two years ago)

no more.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:41 (twenty-two years ago)

but i'm not trapped.

and you are.

and how sad is that?

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:42 (twenty-two years ago)

Why are you still posting?

― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:42 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm trapped in the eighth room, help!

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Marcello is not posting.

Anymore.

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)

too sad for any words.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)

try.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:44 (twenty-two years ago)

therefore words should not be wasted.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:44 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.aeroplanerecords.com.au/images/artists/e/extreme_more_than_words.jpg

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:44 (twenty-two years ago)

you seem to be doing a good job of it

― chris (chris), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:44 (twenty-two years ago)

nor blood.

blood is for beauty.

not belaruse.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:45 (twenty-two years ago)

ain't no love.

so there ain't no use.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:46 (twenty-two years ago)

because you're not about love.

are you?

that's why i have to be off.

i'm out of this thread.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Bar Snacks.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Don't...stop me noooow...

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

WORST BECKETT PERFORMANCE EVER.

― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

(Marcello I luv u)

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

for good.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

.. in spite of all the tennis.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

give him a big sloppy kiss.

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)

for the good of good.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)

marcello = the bar drunk, then?

― ___ (___), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)

POPCORN KISSES FOR MARCELLO

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)

So, who put the glue on Marcello's shoe?

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)

because there's no good in this board.

it's like creation in '96.

the money comes in.

that's your soul fucked over.

like p p arnold said.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)

because there is soul.

it's just not here.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)

M: Let's fight.
(They do not fight.)

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)

Hi Doomie!

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)

The money's in
We're made of tin
We're here to give you more!

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)

not here at all.

nowhere.

in the vicinity of here.

the soul is incompatible with this inherent hereness.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)

you don't even know me, you say that I'm not living right. you don't understand me, so why do you judge my life?

― armand van wilder (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:52 (twenty-two years ago)

so i'm off now.

to the soul shop.

to buy back my soul.

i sold it to joe foster.

he said the jamjar wasn't fuzzed up enough.

and he should know.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:52 (twenty-two years ago)

he does know.

but do you?

that's why i need to be out of here.

so i'm out of here.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:53 (twenty-two years ago)

James Brown "Heey! I wanna get into it you know man...man maan, this is a man's world y'all"

Marcello "What the fuck do you know about any of it you ponce?"

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:53 (twenty-two years ago)

out of this thread.

for good.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:53 (twenty-two years ago)

for the good of soul.

― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:54 (twenty-two years ago)

It's sunny outside...

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Augusta, Georgia, late September
One Mr. Brown's hot tempered
This man's possessed, he's restless
He's armed and dangerous, drugged and reckless

Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely son
But he's on the run on a shotgun mission
"Listen here cocksuckers, motherfuckers, pay respect to my building.
It's JB property and it could be the one you get killed in."

Cops arrive, "What's this, what's happening,
What's what, where's the hot shot?"
James pushed his luck too far this time
His pick-up truck's flat out and flying

[s]"I wanna get into it man, y'know?"
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, not now James [s]"Waaaahhh!"
Not now James, we're busy
Not, not, not now James
Not now James, we're busy

Cops get excited and grin with glee;
They got themsevles a celebrity!
Seven cars give chase
"You're in the clear...this is the race of the year!"

Faster Soul Master, they're coming at you from all directions
Speed's your protection...don't look behind ya 'til south Carolina
Cops spring a roadblock "He ain't gonna stop!"
"He's gonna take a pop!"

[s]"Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do ma thing!"
Not now James, we're busy (x3)
We're busy
Not now, James

Someone opens fire, the trucks front tyres are blown out
"Get the hell out!"...
A six mile skid, trapped in a ditch,
In the lap of the FBI, the Secret Service, the Russians
"They're all in this, they're doing it to James
Like they did it to Elvis"

[s]"I wanna get into it man, y'know?"
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, not now James [s]"Let's deal with your mind"
We're busy [s]"Hold it now"
Not now James, we're busy [s]"Hold it now"

A "good-foot" dance in a dusted trance...
Breath tested "No Chance!" Arrested!

[s]"We're gonna do a song..."
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James [s]"Waaaahhh!"
Not, not, not now James, we're busy [s]"Hold it now"
Not, not, not now James
We're busy [s]"Hold it now"

― PWEI (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:55 (twenty-two years ago)

... birds, flowers, green grass, children playing, a ripple of laughter heard across the gentle breeze. Nice, innit?

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Marcello Carlin has left the "The ILE Bar week 2" thread.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:56 (twenty-two years ago)

moderator please lock marcello!

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:56 (twenty-two years ago)

my heart will gwan

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 14:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Your heart is GWAR?

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of GWAR

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:09 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.slaughterhouse2k.com/gfodie9.jpg

"YOUR LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL."

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Slipknot are so fucking lazy

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Don't look at me

Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the fame, I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today

To all your friends, you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone and the puzzle undone
That's the way it is

You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today

No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what they say
(no matter what they say)
When the sun is shining through
Then the clouds won't stay

And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun won't always shine
(sun won't always shine)
But tomorrow will find a way
All the other times

We are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down today

― de, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Bleedin' karaoke nights.

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Woah, that was brilliant! Like someone got hold of the Doomiebot but it went spastic.

― Markelby (Mark C), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:27 (twenty-two years ago)

x-post Marcello's been singing it all evening

― de, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)

anyway, i'm out of this thread.
this is depressing.

-- Marcello Carlin (marcellocarli...), May 19th, 2004. (later)

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 16:04 (twenty-two years ago)

miss me that much, marcello? i can start the parodies on you but there would be tears before bedtime.

note to self: stop doing the mandatory search on "doomie".

nb: funny note: two fashionable girls at a party were talking. they mentioned ilx (!?). i said - 'oh do you post there?'. girl 1: used to. but it's so 2003, isnt it? (true! true! true!)

― doomie x, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:06 (twenty-two years ago)

So why are you still here, then?

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:06 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.kaos.gen.nz/daily/1999/10/images/time-warp.jpg

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:07 (twenty-two years ago)

i have controlled the obsession to searching for doomie. but was mildy intrigued by marcello's parody. satisfied?

― doomie x, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:08 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www4.informatik.uni-erlangen.de/~msrex/images/how/satisfied.gif

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:09 (twenty-two years ago)

cool!

― doomie x, Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:10 (twenty-two years ago)

VengaDada

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:11 (twenty-two years ago)

(The site that comes from has an entire range of emotion faces; it's kind of great!)

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:12 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www4.informatik.uni-erlangen.de/~msrex/images/how/turned-on.gif

― stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:14 (twenty-two years ago)

(Haha thanks to my lightning-fast clicking I thought you'd posted that picture after this post and was about to get seriously sick!)

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 19 May 2004 21:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Can I get a Long Island Ice Tea in this joint?

― Maria D., Wednesday, 19 May 2004 23:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Service too slow; I'll get my drink somewhere else.

― Maria D., Wednesday, 19 May 2004 23:42 (twenty-two years ago)

this just into my email in-tray:

"and you (sic) know why you are a shit writer? you have no capacity or concept for beauty. you are self-absorbed. and because you are so self-absorbed, you have,(sic) absolutely no ability to see inside another's head. that's why you are fucked as a writer. personally, yr 'display' makes me realise what i suspect (sic) -- you are wet, wet and WET. another in the line of public-school-social throwbacks.

ps. i never read the blog because it bored me shitless. see you in the reminder (sic) bin."

i wonder if readers can guess who sent this wearily predictable missive.

(nb: i did not go to public school)

(nbb: nor have i ever had anything to do with wet wet wet)

― Marcello Carlin, Thursday, 20 May 2004 06:52 (twenty-two years ago)

nb: funny note: two fashionable girls at a party were talking. they mentioned ilx (!?). i said - 'oh do you post there?'. girl 1: used to. but it's so 2003, isnt it? (true! true! true!)

If you believe that you'll believe anything!

― Ronan (Ronan), Thursday, 20 May 2004 06:54 (twenty-two years ago)

it was me. drunk after a half cousin show.

and yes, i do find you pathetic and pandering now.

― doomie x, Thursday, 20 May 2004 07:39 (twenty-two years ago)

and no, i won't kick this off on ilx. i should not have even email you. you are like cancer. my apologies.

― doomie x, Thursday, 20 May 2004 07:41 (twenty-two years ago)

My Septum Cunt are playing 93 Feet East in a couple of weeks time. I'll be there.

― Andrew L (Andrew L), Thursday, 20 May 2004 16:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Aw.

― Matt (Matt), Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:18 (twenty-two years ago)

I heard Gothic Anus is opening.

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:19 (twenty-two years ago)

That's right, Gothic Anus is opening for My Septum Cunt.

Anyone?

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Anyone at all?

― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Is Amy Lee into Gothic Anus? Because you know if it gets her thumbs up I might enter where she's gone before.

― Patrick Kinghorn, Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Dan's sorrow of his lack of pervertalist response is palpable.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 20 May 2004 17:52 (twenty-two years ago)

twelve years pass...

Creepy Dude at Bar S02 E15

― calstars, Friday, 14 October 2016 22:37 (nine years ago)

one year passes...

tfw the barmaid at your new regular knows what buybacks are

― calstars, Sunday, 22 April 2018 21:42 (eight years ago)

three months pass...

A clean, well-lighted place

― calstars, Saturday, 11 August 2018 00:46 (seven years ago)

two months pass...

Happiness is having another hour to kill at the bar

― calstars, Saturday, 3 November 2018 18:31 (seven years ago)

one month passes...

This poor guy has a masters degree in sculpture and now he’s a fucking barback

― calstars, Saturday, 15 December 2018 19:57 (seven years ago)

two months pass...

Drunk bar manager buys me a round and says in broken English that I look like a “nice guy”

― calstars, Saturday, 9 March 2019 22:15 (seven years ago)

Aperol spritz pretty popular these days I guess

― calstars, Saturday, 23 March 2019 20:21 (seven years ago)

three months pass...

Pulling bouncer duty

― calstars, Monday, 1 July 2019 22:10 (six years ago)

one month passes...

Barmaid says I’m “thinking too hard”
That I should just relax and it’ll “come to me”

― calstars, Saturday, 17 August 2019 19:45 (six years ago)

four weeks pass...

Tina Turner here sitting across from Huey Lewis. “Oh no,” she says. “That was a long time ago.”

― calstars, Sunday, 15 September 2019 23:12 (six years ago)

four months pass...

I think the barmaid has given up on collecting money from me. That’s fine

― calstars, Thursday, 23 January 2020 01:57 (six years ago)

two weeks pass...

Bless buybacks (buy backs?)

― calstars, Saturday, 8 February 2020 03:03 (six years ago)

Bouncer duty again

― calstars, Sunday, 16 February 2020 01:02 (six years ago)

This afternoon when I chase the pilsner

― calstars, Monday, 17 February 2020 18:06 (six years ago)

three weeks pass...

Feel like the bar gets more interesting the later in the evening it gets
Don’t mind me though
Just passing time

― calstars, Saturday, 14 March 2020 03:32 (six years ago)

three months pass...

Back on outside bouncer duty

― calstars, Friday, 3 July 2020 18:40 (five years ago)

six months pass...

Came here to post something but I forget what

― calstars, Saturday, 9 January 2021 21:05 (five years ago)

You must be logged in to post. Please either login here, or if you are not registered, you may register here.