And |I also happen to find thunderbolts and lightening very very frightening indeed.

And I liked it.

when I go walking past.

gone down to Liverpool to do nothing.

I've also met a guy down the chip shop; he swore, but not that he was Elvis.

walked in the rain with the one I love.

I don't like to boast but I also once stood next to a mountain and chopped it down with the edge of my hand. Stung a bit, mind.

walked in the rain with the one I love.

I don't like to boast but I also once stood next to a mountain and chopped it down with the edge of my hand. Stung a bit, mind.

..

'Drove All Night'

I haven't had 'The Bends' but I did once say 'OK Computer'.

And I did 'Roll Away The Stone'

shortly before investigating the 'homegrown'....

and I did then 'Skitter On Take-off'

But not in a little tent. It was a maternity ward close to the Mersey.

also:

I woke up this morning. Chose not to 'dust my broom' as I was running late.

I do, in fact, know the way to San Jose. I've been there too.

I have never been to 'me' though. Nor been undressed by kings, come to that.

And my granny did tell me once that the old songs are the best. Just before I went out to ride down the hillside in a buggy I had made.

unscrewed the top of my new whiskey bottle
and
tipped my hat to the angel of the north
but not on the same day.

I went across 110th street, but I didn't see pushers not letting the junkie go free or a woman trying to catch a trick on the street.

Got a ticket for my destination. Oh yeah.

Otherwise you have to buy one on the train.

(actually I am now on the train).

...represented for the gangstaz all across the world. At the UN Subcommittee For The Regulation of Muthafuckin Hustlaz.

in an different kitchen.

but that's a story for another time maybe...ahem...

she once had me.

I"m not bitter.

A Fool for Love..but then I guess everyone has

I thought about the government while I was standing on the pavement.

well listened to my iPod in one at least...I have Fought The Law but got whacked by a truncheon, been to the Hammersmith Palais and been on many a Train In Vain.

I have handled a Tommy Gun and as a consequence of my army training really thought I would get the Call Up when the first Gulf War broke out.

I have certainly had some Groovy Times when I have barely been in Complete Control of my faculties, especially when I've been Overpowered By Funk and have woken up muttering "What's My Name?" only to be told I'd been a bit of a Rude Boy.

I did also once get Lost In A Supermarket trying to find Mrs Retro and had to call her on the mobile "for god's sake I'm in aisle G, by the frozen yoghurts..."

And before that I packed my bags so I was ready to go.

I've also stood in the docks at Southampton (but I was only going to France, not Holland).

and made the bus in seconds flat.

But then who hasn't?

Tucson to Tucumcari,
Tehachepi to Tonepah

and the isle of Greece and I've sipped champagne on a yacht.

I've been to paradise, and I have in fact been to me. But it was shut.

I once took a left turn and kept on going.

...and although I've frequently got confused I have not at the time of writing, killed a horse.

"Take a walk (down Valhallavägen)", which is a long street in Stockholm.

There was a 7-11 there, and a sushi take-away and a bakery. So, all in all, a pretty good result, really.

Must have been my lemon because I paid for it in Asda...

Emerging from the station, on my first visit abroad I truly was lost in France and the day was just beginning.

... been down to Montreux, on the Lake Geneva Shoreline.

I really have made the rocking world go round.

...and did it again.

But I did go to 60 West 60th...

(dearer than Albion's plain)

from Cullercoats down to Whitley Bay

what Ivor Biggun has sung about

and unlike the Spitting Image song, I HAVE met a nice South African

Many times.

...Paradise (dodgy club), but I have to confess, I've Never Been To Me.

...Give that my place of birth was the flat above the Lloyds bank in Topsham.

I've had a mellow thighed chick put my spine out of place, which was considerably less fun than it sounds.

I've met people on ledges whilst caving

I've also closed the door and put out the lights, knowing they won't be home tonight.

taken the money and ran. From the cashline outside Safeway when I espied two vagabonds wanting to share my new found wealth.
I have also heard The Weavers Answer "A scarf like that? Can do one for a tenner, mate."
Finally, I have fallen on my face on somebodys new mown lawn. Well my sons actually, having a game of two touch. Still won tho'.

Slipped out the back, Jack
Made a new plan , Stan
Didn't need to be coy, Roy
Set myself free
Hopped on the bus, Gus
Didn't need to discuss much
Dropped off the key Lee
Set myself free

I wasn't waiting for my man, I was on a long weekend in New York.

Lexington 125 appeared to be a taxi rank.

Sorry - just noticed this has been done before

(Re Shouki's Not-Spam At All Post - what is Echocardiography Action? Yodelling after a heart test?}

I have been a white man in Hammersmith Palais

But I have forgotten where it is...shit!

because I hadn't got a stitch to wear.

I was looking for a job and then I found a job.

in a rainy Greenwich Park

And I've stopped south of the river and held everything.

...to make sure nobody has shot a man just to see him die.

& a whole crowd gathered to watch us... Thanks, Paul.

Well come to think of it, he didn't really die. And I didn't shoot him. Sorry Ted.

bought a ticket to Ryde - technically. It was part of the ticket for the '69 Isle of Wight Festival. Wot larks.

Have been in the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan and been from Milan to Yucatan .

General lack of rhythm sticks in my experience however...

I said.

So I switched it off and went back to sleep

I was gutted. And we were late, so I wasn't allowed to turn round and go the other way just so I could say I'd done it.

My first real six-string came from my dad. Not the Five And Dime. And I stopped playing it before my fingers bled. That would've been silly.

One day, I intend to turn left at the DHSS on Lisson Grove, though..

that scratchy rock and roll beneath the Matala Moon.

And I've nearly always got twenty million things to do.

Stand on the corner, suitcase in my hand. I was waiting for my Nan.

Eh?

D'oh!

but there was, indeed, a girl from Clapham. Not on a windy common, thankfully.

booze in the blender. Mmmmmmmm

story of my life really

But I have still made a choice

I want to live like common people. I want to do what common people do.

It was my mate's BMW and he reversed over my foot in it; surprisingly, it didn't hurt all that much.

I've also stood by Lake Geneva and I've been in a station in Finland.

You'll always find me in the kitchen at parties. I'm a right greedy bastard.

BR
FT

but I don't have any children, so I don't know who will be next, will be next, will be next, will be ne-ext.

Gone West.

I have indeed gone and done it again.

Frequently.

I have rocked the mic like a vandal, and very shortly afterwards I lit up the stage and waxed a chump like a candle.

I took a day out in Manchester.

she loved me.
Oh wait - wednesday week never happened at all...

I wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's.

get lost in a supermarket

met Iggy Pop - and David Bowie

(actually, that last bit? didn't happen - as Steve Earle said, I just like the way it sounds)

from my terrace i can see the giant ME lit up.It seems very egocentric

But I'm almost 30 years away from 64.

I'll tell you if I'm still receiving valentines, birthday greetings, bottles of wine in 2037, on the Word holoblog, broadcast directly to your hippocampus in 8D.

my religion. (And become a Shiny Happy Person into the deal.)

Been cheated by someone since I didn't know when
and, yes, I've been brokenhearted.

driving in my car. No, it's not a Jag-U-ar

but I get by with a little help from my friends.

...but nobody sang me a happy song.

Sod the lot of you.

hole in the ground.

hole in the ground.

damn, it feels good to be a Gangsta.

I've also got 99 problems, but my female Greyhound, Lady Percival, is not one of them

I've also walked across the rooftops-but not on Graduation Day.

Has anyone else been dancin'in the Moonlight during an especially warm Summer Solstice? Have I missed it?

just a poor boy and my story is seldom, if ever, told.

Moreover I truly am gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, only it'll be in a Citroen Xsara.

the number of times I've been left hangin' on the telephone. I also once had a love that seemed like the real thing initially but as it turned out, I later found, there was mucho mistrust.

In the spirit of this blog entry, I took all my kit off and instructed the wife to do likewise and ask me to take her outside for a bit of dancing.

She told me to sod off. And also said that I was welcome to go out on my own but if the police turned up, she'd deny knowing me.

on a Sharp Viewcam.

Well, we thought we were but it was the donkey train with lots of Moroccan blokes trying to get into my, ahem, djellaba. We passed the Marrakesh Express flying by in the opposite direction, doubtless full of American ladies five-foot tall in blue (must've been going to a Dwarves' Convention).

pound on the underground.

Weed, whites and wine..

And life is making me lonely, so I went downtown

And whilst I was there, I listened to the music of the traffic in the city and linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs were pretty

and I howled at my ma in the pouring rain.

Actually no, I was born in a maternity unit. I probably made some noise but there was adequate protection from rainfall.

Spurs win at the Effimerates

I have often walked on this street before.

I met her on Monday, 'twas my lucky bun day

I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking... these days...

The 5:40 from Cannon St. to London Bridge.
I got on up. But not like a sex machine. More like a middle aged dad and very reluctant commuter.
I have not been on a blanket with my boyfriend under the boardwalk but I did get pissed with my mates next to a jetty in St. Tropez and a french man asked one of my friends back to his place for a "spleef" and a "leetle fun". Does that count? When I woke up the next morning I opened my eyes and noticed that my nose was centimetres away from a dog poo. Ah, memories.
I took myself down to the YWCA once, it was for a jumble sale or something. I'm not sure if they had any vacancies for back scrubbers.
I still haven't found what I'm looking for. I must remember to check down the back of the sofa.

Sorry, I'm going on a bit aren't I? I can't help it. I have to ramble. Boom Boom!

For a couple of years anyway, then she moved over here and we got married.