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Reply | QPR+
at 15:45 20 Jul 2024
Finally in. Over half an hour of the whirling circle of doom. Missed the first 27 mins. Ho hum. Original post should have said bolloxing not following, bloody predicktive autocorrect.
Tim Nice But The It Man |
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Thread | QPR+
at 15:13 20 Jul 2024
Can't get to see the Spurs match on QPR+
Anyone made it or is it the Crowdstrike shite following it? |
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Reply | Music LP you bought and hated but grew to love.
at 22:07 17 Feb 2022
In A Broken Dream by Python Lee Jackson. Bought it for the title track, then was disappointed it was the only track Rod Stewart sang. Took me several plays to appreciate the other tracks, but now think it's a really good album with an exceptional title track.
Tim Nice But..... Dreamt I Was Broken |
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Reply | The dotorg
at 22:25 13 Feb 2022
I'm still around, more of a lurked these days.
I haven't even been that for the last 6 months or so.
But have checked in for the first time in ages today.
Ben's abode was always the first port of call for me.
When it got hijacked into dot.org it lost it's shine for me.
I now restrict myself to this site only.
I'm somewhat humbled to think my ramblings
on string theory, chaos theory and there effects on
tooth loss are still remembered.
I just wish I'd kept a copy. Hi hum.
Tim Nice But .... The Only Username I've Ever Used |
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Reply | Timeless Lyrics. Please no Youtube. Just the words. Go with it.
at 15:48 24 Mar 2021
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? |
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Reply | Timeless Lyrics. Please no Youtube. Just the words. Go with it.
at 13:43 24 Mar 2021
Steven's selling Marijuana
Uptown to the primadonnas
Medicate the counterculture
9/11 baby boom
Paulie's waiting to retire
Smoking like a forest fire
Putting on the panties and the lipstick
In his mother's room
Nothing to do, nothing to lose
And if you work your life away
We'll send you flowers every day
And you make your departure baby
And get high, high
Hanging with the local talent
Drinking like you're Shane McGowan
Going through your garbage
Try to turn into gold
Down on the dole, selling your soul
And if you work your life away
They'll keep your picture in a frame
And you make your departure baby
When you die, high
Bobbie joined the military
Jenny went and lost her cherry
Hanging at the commissary
Wants to see the Mona Lisa
If they ever do release her
I don't want to talk too soon
There's nothing to lose
Swimming in booze, selling your shoes
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Tim Nice But...... Americana Baby |
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Reply | Just finished work and........
at 13:36 16 Sep 2020
I used to commute from near Bournemouth to Farnborough on a Yamaha FZR1000 (the last of the non exups) when I worked for Nokia. We had a security post with barrier, cctv, etc. You could only get in with the a pass or the correct paperwork. We had our own multistory car park with cctv. One day a bunch of toe rags came in in a transit. Went up the multi story to the bike level and nicked a load of bikes. Bastards damaged mine moving it out of the way to get to the brand new R1 parked next to it. Snapped the rear bodywork. It's hard to describe the anger at finding your bike wasn't worth nicking according to some low life scum bag. I'm still gutted to this day. Bar stewards. Obviously had no taste.
Tim Nice But.... 'Twas A Nice Bike, I Liked It |
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Reply | Car dented by third party in car park and refused to give insurance details help
at 08:45 29 Apr 2020
Many years ago we came back to my wife's car to the front bumper in pieces and a note on the windscreen with the details of who had done it. When I phoned them it was a distraught, very apologetic little old lady. She didn't want to go through the insurance and offered to pay for the repairs. It was an old Renault 5 and the front bumper was huge, and hugely expensive. I found one in a scrappers and fitted it myself to save the old dear some money. She was more than happy with that and then asked if I could fix her fiesta bumper. Cheeky mare.
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