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I kid you not……I'm in the pub and three women in the corner are wearing ear bandages a la Trump. I was going to go over with clenched fist and say”fight, fight, fight” but maybe they've just had treatment for ear complaints !
I remember people wearing hearing aids (and fake glasses) in honour of Morrissey. Direct line of descent?
In the early 80s I was drinking in the Builders with an older bloke- a real hard nut who used to be a teddy boy. There was a new romantics band on at the Apollo and the pub was full of foppish “ new romantics” One of them said, probably aimed at my mate Jim the ted, “have you heard the good news about Elvis, he's finally losing weight” Jim turned around and smashed him in the face and then set about the other new romantics. I found myself shouting “Jim, leave it, they aint worf it”
They should stick sanitary pads to the side of their heads instead. They are c*nts after all.
Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. He runs like a cheetah, his crosses couldn't be sweeter. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore.