Manna wrote:let's ban the moon too.
Oh nooo! Ye canna dae tha'! Ye canna ban the moon!
The moon's a harsh mistress and Leonard loves her.
The moon is his muesli.
They'll never, ever reach the muesli
at least not the one that we're after..
Remember? The two dwarfs in the supermarket?
When he says that, it's like Mick Jagger saying
He can't be a man 'cos he doesn't smoke
the same cigarettes as me
It's the same song! Only more healthy.
You might as well say we should ban cigarettes!
Wouldn't put me out though, I gave up just in time.
Stand up! Stand up! for Jesus.. or, as we used to say
Sit down! Sit down! for Jesus
the people at the back can't see..
"I see the moon, the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
Over the mountains, over the sea,
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love"
Do you know this song? It appeared in a BBC TV play many years
ago now (must be 8 or 9 years) and I can't remember what
the play was about but a woman sat at the piano and sang
it quite beautifully.
The victory slide
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Thunderclap on a clear day
your skin ice-shot and ripped,
down you're tipped,
into the slippery well.
How long can you stay under?
Suppose you surface in three
or five years, what will you find?
You've slid from one
generation to the next,
but the loss itself
has somehow slipped your mind?
The young admire the old - it's what they do.
My grandma, though, became a fan of George Best
and I can see had every reason to.
I love the way they do the victory slide
and Steven Gerrard in a sleeveless 'T'.
Loss is not qualified
