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dani bongo

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  1. Im getting parts of web pages missing with a 'not authorised' message and some picture with ye olde red box....................

    I tried system restore but no joy....................

    Any ideas......................?

    Stop f*cking off to Spain :zorro

  2. I could watch stuff of this quality 24/7, no feeble words good enough to pay compliment. Were you aware that Marley took the lyrics and melody from "One Love", from Curtis Mayfields' "People get Ready" , which I posted on here last night?

    Probably not!, unless you're as much an anorak as me :P

    I wasn't aware but I know f*ck all about a lot of things. I think Marley doffed a cap in the direction of the Clash/Pistols in a Punky-Reggae party though.

  3. Blank link there Dani :blink: now it's "Gates Of The West" with Mick on vocals

    Jonathon Ross played "Jail Guitar Doors" this morning, complete with unedited "f**k 'em" lyrics. Raised a smile!

    I heard it at the barbers at dinner time and to think the Clash used that song as a "b" side to Clash city rockers

  4. I had some lamb burgers at dinnertime which my sheep farming mate minced up the heart, lungs and brain(whit f**kin' brains does it take tae be a sheep) ito a pile of minced looking kinda...well, mince. I shaped it ito a sliceable object, fried it, stuck it in a roll and butter and ate it.

    Got to say I wasn't impressed and the rest has been binned. Totally heartburned tae f**k.

  5. Played with cousin (davie clark) who stayed in speirsfield, his mates that sayed in camphill included tommy johnstone who's dad also tj was fireman down the brae at same time as your old man, are names familiar to you dani bongo?

    I knew Davy very well,15b Speirsfield and as for Tommy he was joint best man at my wedding with Bongovonbudvar up here in Shetland.

  6. 1972 revisited.

    Shite snaps. I tried twice - fuzzy and I'm too lazy.

    (You could have had more fun with sharp images...)

    Did Shet Saint live in that high block behind the Fire Station?

    (The red brick place was the school gym)

    The main entrance - and I've still got that school scarf...

    And me wi hair... a mod and nowhere to hide that I was already bald... :)

    I did live in Camphill Court and my auld man was a fireman at the Station. I remember hanging out my bedroom window watching the ball and chain of the demolition crane taking the auld buildings apart at the bottom of Camphill Brae.

    My memories of the "workies" at the top of Camphill are still vivid. The rats under the huts were man-eating and I could jump from the roof of the huts into the garden of the collage annexe where the guardian of the chessy tree stayed.{about a hundred feet nae danger.}

    I feckin' loved those days and I'm glad to give an accurate account of them.

  7. 5. 5th June 1964...Four men killed in an explosion at the Brown and Polson's plant in Falside Road

    My father was a fireman in Paisley at the time and he tells me the deaths were caused by an implosion. Meanwhile my mother was in labour at the Thorn hospital in Johnstone giving birth to myself.

    My auld man went through a lot of trauma coming to terms with losing a few of his mates in the disaster and having myself to contend with me for the rest of his days.

    On a happier note it is my mum and dads 42 wedding anniversary today.

    Congratulations :clapping

  8. Celtic manager Martin O'Neill sends scouts out round the World looking for a

    new striker to replace Henrik Larsson and hopefully win Celtic the league.

    One of his scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker who he thinks will

    turn out to be a true superstar. So O'Neill flies to Baghdad to watch him

    and is suitably impressed and arranges for him to come over to Park Head.

    Two weeks later Celtic are 4-0 down at home to Dundee with only 20 minutes

    left. O'Neill gives the young Iraqi striker the nod to go on and he takes

    off Henrik Larsson. The lad is a sensation, scores 5 in 20 minutes and wins

    the game for Celtic. The fans are delighted, the players and coaches are

    delighted and the media love the new star.

    When he comes off the pitch he phones his Mum to tell her about his first

    day in Scottish football. "Hello Mum, guess what?" he says. "I played for

    20 minutes today, we were 4-0 down but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody

    loves me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me".

    "Wonderful," says his Mum, "let me tell you about my day. Your father got

    shot in the street, your sister and I were raped and beaten and your brother

    has joined a gang of looters, while you were having a great time".

    The young lad is very upset. "What can I say Mum, but I'm so sorry".

    "Sorry?" says his Mum, "It's your bloody fault we moved to Glasgow in the

    first place!"

    :D

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