One of my favourite songs of all time, and I only discovered it in the last few months. The video makes me feel fucking GALLUS.
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she’s no wearing a bra!
At first I thought that was the guy from Scritti Politi. Then watched this and realised it was not.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnz3ehO_aH4
Shite song…
Cracking jugs though.
Looks like she’s straight off a Tennents can.
its sounds like something else?
maybe ripped off here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rX7i6eUCpwM#t=0m46s
Cause I knew a guy who did that… Sad fuck.
The video made me think of this italodisco classic, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqP0SIAcazc It looks like the singer gets given one of those plastic lawns bowls trophies at the end. Maybe something to do with the dancing?
I remember when you were just a lowly web designer. Now you show up in my favorite T.V. shows… what happened! Literally I visited your site last in 2003 and now your on my tele. REQUIEM!!!!
What’s with the spatchcoked badger at the beginning of the video?
Yeah I meant ‘spatchcoked’, obviously…it’s Friday night.
Limmy, I dreamt of you last night – you were taking comedy tours around the ruins of former Edinburgh Festival venues. It was a bit like Pompei, but you had survived. I was there, and the person that slagged me yesterday (re Harry Potter), and a few other interested fellows, but all the other comedians seemed to have perished.
Stag, I had to do a tonne of gobbling.
Bistro-Bollocks
Limmy Loves Tits. That’s what he’s trying to say. And who can blame him. They’re a pair of fuckin crackers. After 5 minutes rubbing those, I’d have em squeaking like a rusty pram wheel.
rohypnotist:
After 5 minutes rubbing those, I’d have em squeaking like a rusty pram wheel.
Damn. I feel like I have missed out in my love-making life. I want to squeak like a rusty pram wheel. Why has that not happened to me yet? Obvious jokes aside…
The pram-squeakery is entirely dependent on the titulation in this instance. If you want proof I can show my working-out. It’s on a sock in the corner of the bedroom.
I am now seeking gratification and fulfillment by having a wank.
rohypnotist.
I appreciate your wankness. I mean frankness. (wink – thank you in advance for allowing my feeble joke) x
wank you anne frank’s for acknowledging my feeble wank
it’s an old joke but I’ve got to do itt. Whats brown and hides in the attic ? The diaorrhea of Anne Frank………….. that’s not how you spell it
White Power……… white cider power that is.
rohypnotist.
I know what it’s like. And my name begins with Ann…a?! Go to sleep now my darling, go to sleep (sings a lovely lullaby, and cradles his/her sweet head). There there. There, There. Kiss on the forehead. There. Darling. Cradles tired body within her breast. And tell me about squeakery in the morning…
Nothing turns me on more than a woman’s sympathy. Where’s my trumpet….? Ah here it is……….. Parp-parp-parp-parp-parp-ah….. see you later masturbater…. in a while paedophile…. see you later masturbater…….in a while paedoplile
rohypnotist.
Don’t be so suggestive. I am not one of those.
rohypnotist.
Goodnight Mr R.
I for one will not be sleeping under your influence.
Goodnight Limmy and Lynn.
Again, goodnight Mr R. Good fun.
I’m out robbing sheds. None of this was anything to do with me.
Can you rob mine? I have all my old vinyl’s in there, a dodgy tumble dryer, some rusty allen-keys, an old fan, a tin of WD40 and some mice. When you are finished you can come and lean on my ‘breast’, and quote Thomas Hardy to me, if you fancy it.?
Then I can fulfil my dream to ring up one of those fucking insurance adverts and get treated like a peasant. Whilst quoting classic epithets.
Are you up for it my darling?
Are we in a relationship?
You’re as good as pregnant. Who’s this Thomas Hardy fella, though ? I’ll do him with a bottle if he starts anything. Arriverderci, Garcon. Le Coq est dans le bouche.
Oh my G. That was the best. Let’s not forget who made it all happen. I’d like to thank…oh, I am overCUM. I love you, rohip. I just want to be with you. In the Flash! x
ps. While it is quiet, and nobody is listening, I am a woman. A real one. Are you a man? A real one? ssshhh. How do we get out of here and in to the real world of men and women?
ooooohhh ya wee strumpet
Being called a ‘wee strumpet’ is strangely satisfying. Kind of like being described as ‘well liked’ in my school report. Thanks Darling. But this is neither the time nor the place (I think that was in one of my school reports too…). I will be looking out for you though, my pal.x
Good to hear you like being satisfied strangely. I thought as much.
Yeah. You wished as much. Can I call you hyp? BTW, where is our beloved Limmy today?
He’ll be at some soiree or other. It’s permenant Pimms’O'Clock for them showbiz types.
You’re right. And the likes of us, or rather me, have to be content with shite wine from the corner shop, and freeview. Ho hum. The classes divide. In the absence of our patron, am I allowed to ask (not familiar with blogettiquete (?) yet) what you are up to, Hyp, me old china?
I believe the kids call it ‘chillaxing’
Continuing with the italodisco theme, I suggest you view this gem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV8CFzShGMQ
Simply belter!
Go Hypo! I love his cowboy-disco legs. Good bit of unearthing there…
Just been out drawing smiley faces on all the wet dog turds
I hope you bagged them afterwards.
Hyp. Miss you…
@McNamara’s Band: Thanks! Glad you like it. I nearly got chucked out of the solid rock for putting it on there
Hypo. Brilliant. I enjoyed the ‘blue peter at christmas’ set. And his jacket – is that style called Bolero? Also, I envy his minimum leg moves but funky upper-body jerks. I won a dancing competition at a golf club disco back in the early 80′s – to the tune of Depeche Mode’s ‘Just Can’t Get Enough’. All feet. The opposite of this fella. But maybe other, more subtle parts sealed my victory? I bloody hate golf, and everything it doesn’t stand for, but back then, you went wherever the music took you…maybe that’s what Limmy has done tonight??
Alright Hyp, mate?
The jacket is a maroon shiny bomber jacket, and he is wearing what appear to be combats. Is he some sort of disco commando? Perhaps.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pwqd4v69Wt4&feature=related
Why hasn’t this link gone clickable?
Anyway, I challenge you not to moov ya boddy.
Ah Now I gets it.
Bloody hell Limmy, come back and moderate!
Got to love a bit of depeche mode. I have to admit though I think they got better after Dave Gahan started taking heroin and ecstasy everyday, for breakfast.
Years ago, when me and my brother were supposed to be flying unaccompanied home to Ireland, our flight was delayed, so we were taken to the heathrow equivalent of a ‘green room’. Depeche mode were there, and they fucking ignored us. Wouldn’t even sign an autograph, the self-fancying leather boys.
I still liked the music though.
Do you remember the time Dave Gahan bit a journalist? I copied this article and realised the synchronicity with the video:
“At one of the June Primals shows, at Jones Beach, Long Island, a deeply intoxicated Dave Gahan bit British reporter Andrew Perry on the neck. Perry was backstage in Primal Scream’s party room, where he spotted the singer “shovelling coke up his nose”. Gahan burbled away at Perry, then chomped his neck, vowed to “put a curse” on him, and stormed out.
“I remember reading about it afterwards but I don’t really remember doing it,” Gahan laughs. “I think I had some strange fascination at the time with vampires. In all seriousness, I was really starting to move into this place where I really believed what I was creating. I definitely could have been a vampire, in my own head. Even the bed that I slept in in Los Angeles was in the shape of a coffin – a huge double bed shaped like a coffin! Ha, ha! My whole life was Spinal Tap at that time…”
If Dave Gahan bit me I would have wiped my arse on his vest.
Go on Dave. Bite me!
Hey Hyp. A big smile for you from me. If he bites me I will wipe your arse on his vest. Or vice versa(?) Whatever is easiest for you. He’s that old now he probably has a good few vests. No offence to vests and their wearers – that was just for dave.
Actually Dave wipes his own arse on his vests. He’s pretty self sufficient like that.
the guy in the vampires video looks like Trevor from Trevor and Simon.
AND he also appears to be swinging his pants!
remember this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wewXYVcZUQ#t=0m25s