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Huntsman wrote: Oh cheers man.
Very very pleased to hear your thoughts. I find it confusing that so many haven't expressed just how beautiful this track is, and how it captures all of the qualities of their insular moments; LMA, TMW etc.
Top drawer.
Hunter, remind me again how you managed to wrap your golden ears around this track in a strictly legal fashion? After all your 'iPod therefore iAm' hoopla, I'd like to think that you weren't dabbling in the dark arts.
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The title track is now entrenched as the album highlight for me. I was more keen on Turn initially but there's a few thing starting to bother me slightly about it.
Agree about The Carribean one being a skipper. Indeed I skipped it last night. It's not the kind of thing you'd want to be moving volumes of air around at volume level 14,(one under distortion) as you waited at the lights in the presence of nubile totty.
My 'iPod Therefore iAm' thread was set-up 'without prejudice' to ascertain the balance of 'downloaders' vs. 'non-downloaders'; let's call it the goodies vs. baddies for easyness.
I expressed on a number of occassions that the thread was not a witch hunt, or indeed a hunt for any witches. It was simply an interesting topic to dwindle upon.
The results put the 'downloaders' in the lead by a royal mile, out of interest, which indicates a strong return to form for the boot makers.
Originally posted by Hank Wiseass© The title track is now entrenched as the album highlight for me. I was more keen on Turn initially but there's a few thing starting to bother me slightly about it.Agree about The Carribean one being a skipper. Indeed I skipped it last night. It's not the kind of thing you'd want to be moving volumes of air around at volume level 14,(one under distortion) as you waited at the lights in the presence of nubile totty.
Let Hanky be the first to confirm that Soapy is a skippy.
I hope you lowered your manually winding drivers side window to encourage your stereogram outwardly with a decent song? ... in order to show off to the ladies of the night?
Are we now hunting sirens and waiting for witches? It has all suddenly now gotten me quite confused.
Originally posted by Huntsman > Originally posted by Hank Wiseass© The title track is now entrenched as the album highlight for me. I was more keen on Turn initially but there's a few thing starting to bother me slightly about it.Agree about The Carribean one being a skipper. Indeed I skipped it last night. It's not the kind of thing you'd want to be moving volumes of air around at volume level 14,(one under distortion) as you waited at the lights in the presence of nubile totty.
Let Hanky be the first to confirm that Soapy is a skippy.
I hope you lowered your manually winding drivers side window to encourage your stereogram outwardly with a decent song? ... in order to show off to the ladies of the night?
In this weather? Ladies of the night? I was at a red light not a red light district.
Huntsy, are you a fan of the honey badger? Indeed has this particular mamal been the subject of a NOOL discussion previously? Or have prior discussions on the subject of badgers been confined to the common or garden variety?
We haven't properly discussed badgers for a good while now. As far as I can recall the 'honey' badger has never been mentioned, even in passing.
Until now.
Huntsman wrote: My 'iPod Therefore iAm' thread was set-up 'without prejudice' to ascertain the balance of 'downloaders' vs. 'non-downloaders'; let's call it the goodies vs. baddies for easyness.
I expressed on a number of occassions that the thread was not a witch hunt, or indeed a hunt for any witches. It was simply an interesting topic to dwindle upon.
The results put the 'downloaders' in the lead by a royal mile, out of interest, which indicates a strong return to form for the boot makers.
All very well oh Masked Man of Marske, but interestingly, you neglected to explain your ethical methods of aquisition.
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Originally posted by Patrick Sirens, witches, ladies of the night. . . it's getting crowded in here.
There's always room for a badger.
Relax Patsy, your with friends.
Originally posted by depthcharge > > Huntsman wrote:> My 'iPod Therefore iAm' thread was set-up 'without prejudice' to ascertain the balance of 'downloaders' vs. 'non-downloaders'; let's call it the goodies vs. baddies for easyness.> > I expressed on a number of occassions that the thread was not a witch hunt, or indeed a hunt for any witches. It was simply an interesting topic to dwindle upon.> > The results put the 'downloaders' in the lead by a royal mile, out of interest, which indicates a strong return to form for the boot makers.> >
I often wonder who would win in a fight, a Cyclops with its one good eye or the Sirens, with their talent for attracting wildlife towards their crib?
Originally posted by depthcharge Diversionary tactics.Intriguing... Most intriguing.:\pimp3:
The badger did it.
DC, tell me, what would be the fun in revealing where I smelt the Sirens Coffee?
Did you read my post discussing my friend who rolled by replete with entire album on his motion generators disco machine? ... I was offered ‘the FULL cheese’.
I wonder whether sometimes you would prefer to consume carrots, when really you could be enjoying the supping of fully skimmed milk.
Chimera or Honey Badger was a recent topic of discussion on another site I frequent. Apparently the honey badger is a hard bastard and can survied cobra attacks with little more than a 6 or 7 hour coma. Untreated the cobra venom would be enough to kill 5 men. Bee stings are like water of a ducks back, as it endures a ferocious attack from a swarm without flinching.
That's impressive stats. on the Honey Badger. Surviving such a venomous attack surely stands the animal in good stead when he has to tackle a lion or something with strength in depth.
Have you seen a Honey Badger? - they look not unlike small monkeys. Certainly not the badger type which appears in the movies (although I can't think of a recent badger film other than Badger Sips Milk 2 released last year). The critters which crawl on the hunt for peanuts usually have a spiky back which does help when faced with lorries.
Did I ever tell you about the joust I had with a shower spider?
Huntsman wrote:
I wonder whether sometimes you would prefer to consume carrots, when really you could be enjoying the supping of fully skimmed milk.
To be frank Huntsy, I probably would rather tuck away a seasoned carrot than sup on one of your steaming skimmed milks.
Apparently consuming carrots is excellent for eyesight. If I put away another crate or two I'll have night vision.
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... which brings us neatly back to the badger who has excellent night scope.
Have you listened to the title track of the new album yet? ... its a stonker.
Originally posted by Huntsman ... which brings us neatly back to the badger who has excellent night scope.Have you listened to the title track of the new album yet? ... its a stonker.
Waiting For The Badgers Call?
Originally posted by Huntsman That's impressive stats. on the Honey Badger. Surviving such a venomous attack surely stands the animal in good stead when he has to tackle a lion or something with strength in depth.Have you seen a Honey Badger? - they look not unlike small monkeys. Certainly not the badger type which appears in the movies (although I can't think of a recent badger film other than Badger Sips Milk 2 released last year). The critters which crawl on the hunt for peanuts usually have a spiky back which does help when faced with lorries.Did I ever tell you about the joust I had with a shower spider?
I've heard talk of a honey badger killing a lion. Though it also died due to wounds suffered in the fight. I've seen still pictures but not moving ones.
All ears about the shower encounter.
Originally posted by Huntsman I think your being a little silly Patrick, badgers don't talk.
You're right. I forgot.
The Shower Spider Story
Firstly, the shower spider is not a real division of the arachnid family, I coined it myself after I leapt into shower county to cleanse the days toil.
OK so I’ve lit a few candles, dimmed the lights and put some suitable whale noises on rotation (I think one of them was Orca killer whale but I can’t be certain as they’d mixed in some dolphins and seagulls). I leapt into the showering unit and I turned on the spray. All was going well ... all was going very very well.
Suddenly, as if a whisper had passed my nose, I began to think I was not alone. I checked East, nothing, I checked West - zilch, I checked East again and still nothing ... I didn’t check West any more - there was no need. Then the strangest feeling crept over me, what if some-thing was stood behind me (technically South). I span ‘round like a chicken on the spit ... nothing!
... dare you read on?
I turned back to face the controls and eased a little bit more warmth to ease my tepid brow. I sang along to the beautiful tones of a seagull family passing over a rocky cliff (I imagined that bit) but the feeling came back.
I can’t explain precisely how I knew but I just knew - I knew that an incredibly huge spider was sat proud of me, almost touching my heel - watching as I operated with hair products. Never before have I cleared such a distance so sparingly clothed. I practically leapt twice my own body height.
Soaking wet with gel in my eyes and a segment of coral wedged in my ear I stared at the spider. He wasn’t budging, and seemed impervious to my stature (it was a beautiful site ... for the spider). There was only one option to me; flush the fella down the plug hole. I grasped the spraying tool and began pelting him. He stood like a statue as the water bounced off his chest. It took a good while but he eventually yielded, curling up into a tiny little ball of hair he flew at about a thousand miles an hour toward the sink. I saw him slip beyond the plug holes and he disappeared into the drain. But, like all good movies (mainly Spiderman) he managed to somehow catch himself underneath the holes and grip on like some kind of freakish super spider.
Impressive, I thought. I rotated the nozzle to ‘rock hard spray’ and gunned at the little might as he stuck himself upside down with all 8’s. The fight lasted most of the night with much shouting and tom foolery but eventually he slipped on a litre of gel I splattered at him and span down towards drainsville. That’s right, I didn’t fight fair.
“AAaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!” he cried as he span out of control, defeated at the hands of an old master.
Success!
I was never going to share my shower with a spider, at least not on that specialist day.
Shaken, but not quite stirred, I proceeded with my beauty treatment until I was ready to pepper my back with a towel. But then, as I concluded my session, I had the same nagging doubt. That horrible creeping feeling. Yes, the same super shower spider had climbed all of the way back up the pipe and was sat precisely in the same ‘heel’ position as before - ready to beat my arse.
Unfortunately for him he must have been a bit jaded as the merest spot of water knocked him flying up in the air and down the plug hole in one.
I feel a bit sorry for him now - but at the end of the day, it was me or him.*
*No spider was hurt during this incident.
It's magnificent that you chose to face your enemy off nude, like two great Spartan warriors. A true leveller. But I think you cheated a little with the use of technology.
It reminded me of that terrible scene in The Last Samurai when the Japanese Imperial Army were mowing down the proud swordsmen with a gattling gun.
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I must confess it was a bit one sided.
Although I'd never associate myself with a Samurai I have to conceed that I did turn to technology quite easily (which is a concern for any future duelling if the technology is not as accessible).
The poor bastard was defeated by shower gel.
If I was in a Japanese film where I had to leap over houses with flexible wire carrying a decent sword I'd probably meet my match quite quickly.
Gattling guns are a very specialist product.
Originally posted by Huntsman The Shower Spider StorySuddenly, as if a whisper had passed my nose, I began to think I was not alone. I checked East, nothing, I checked West - zilch, I checked East again and still nothing ... I didn’t check West any more - there was no need. Then the strangest feeling crept over me, what if some-thing was stood behind me (technically South). I span ‘round like a chicken on the spit ... nothing!
Did this really happen, H? It sounds like some movie or other.
