Monthly Archives: December 2007

BBC 0 – PUBLIC 1

Posted by barnsley sime on
a big yay to people power!!

BBC backs down

A politically correct version…..
it was the day before a special religious day my beloved one
In the alcohol rehabilitation unit
A person of advanced years said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one,
although I did gamble responsibly I’ve got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy special day I love you significant other I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of certified non conflict zone gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for those of advance years
When you first took my hand
On a cold day before the special religious day
You promised as a verbally contractual agreement to me Broadway was waiting for me
You were attractive in a male gender orientated way
You were attractive in a female gender orientated way
Female royalist of New York city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was into an alternative sexual lifestyle,
All the alcoholically dependant sufferers,
they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway bay
And the bells were ringing out For a special religious day
You’re a person of low social economic stature
You’re a socially isolated young person
You’re an aged person of promiscuous sexual behavior,
dependant on class A drugs
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that NHS bed
You socially deprived person, you larva of the common fly
You inexpensive socially deprived person of alternated sexual orientation Happy special religious day your glutimous maximus
I pray to a possible higher being of no particular religious organization its our last.

first posted yesterday on the daily telegraphs website by Kieran McCausland

FUCK THE BBC!

Posted by barnsley sime on
YES, THAT IS A BIT STRONG, BUT BEAR WITH ME ON THIS…

the memory of kirsty maccoll has been tarnished forever.
those useless fuckwits at the bbc have done it again.
for what has to be THE finest ever christmas song is to be censored.
some stupid pen pusher has deemed the couplet
“You scum bag You maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas you arse

I pray God It’s our last”

from fairytale of new york to be offensive to homosexuals! what a cunt. sorry, but it’s the truth! poor old kirsty must be spinning in her grave! 20 fucking years and no-one has made any comment regarding it being offensive to ANYONE! this is THE song to fetch a tear to my eye at christmas, but now i have some dumb beuracrat telling me what is or isn’t offensive.

it’s not very often i agree with any dj on radio 1 but i am now totally backing chris moyles’ push to get it back to the top of the charts this weekend. so do your bit for kirsty, and all those who realise that freedom of speech can extend to music, and buy the cd, or download it.

for Kirsty MacColl. 10/10/59 – 18/12/00

It was Christmas Eve babe,

In the drunk tank,

An old man said to me, won’t see another one.

And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew,

And I turned my face away,

And dreamed about you.

Got on a lucky one.

Came in eighteen to one.

I’ve got a feeling,

This year’s for me and you.

So happy Christmas,

I love you baby.

I can see a better time,

When all our dreams come true.

They’ve got carsBig as bars,

They’ve got rivers of gold,

But the wind goes right through you,

It’s no place for the old.

When you first took my handon a cold Christmas Eve,

You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.

You were handsome.

You were pretty,

Queen Of New York City,

When the band finished playing,

They howled out for more.

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing,

We kissed on the corner,

Then danced through the night.

The Boys of the NYPD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’,

And the bells were ringing out,

for Christmas day.

You’re a bum, You’re a punk.

You’re an old slut on junk,

Lying there almost dead,

on a drip, In that bed.

You scum bag, You maggot,

You cheap lousy faggot,

Happy Christmas you arse,

I pray God It’s our last.

The Boys of the NYPD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’,

And the bells were ringing out,

for Christmas day.

I could have been someone.

So could anyone,

You took my dreams from me,

when I first found you.

I kept them with me babe,

I put them with my own.

Can’t make it all alone,

I’ve built my dreams around you.

The Boys of the NYPD choir were singing ‘Galway Bay’,

And the bells were ringing out,

for Christmas day.

THE ROOM IS FINISHED.

Posted by barnsley sime on
we finally got the fireplace fitted last weekend. and boy was it a struggle. the damn thing is iron, and weighs a bloody ton! but with the help of the mum in laws other half we did it.
the skirting board has been fitted as has the curtain pole, just the beading to finish, but wifey got the wrong colour. or should that be, the guy at the flooring place gave her the wrong colour.
looks good though. not taken any photos since, but i promise to do so soon.

EVEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME,

Posted by barnsley sime on
i still can’t get enough of these songs…

had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I’m sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you’ve supported me for a long time
Somehow I’m not impressed
But

Chorus

New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)

The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you’ve supported me for a long time
Somehow I’m not impressed

It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights

Rosemary
heaven restores you in life
you’re coming with me
through the aging the fear and the strife

it’s the smiling on the package
it’s the faces in the sand
it’s the thought that moves you upwards
embracing me with two hands
right will take you places
yeah maybe to the beach
when your friends say you come crying
tell them now your pleasure’s set upon slow release

they wait
they smile
sensitive to fake nods
right on
but hey who’s on trial?

you took a lifespan with no cellmate
a long way back saying “Me, why can’t we look the other way?”

he speaks about travel
yeah we think about the land
we are smart like all peoples feeling real tan
i could take you places
but you need a new man?
wipe the pollen from the faces
make me vision to a dream while you wait in the van

anyway
they smile
sensitive to fake nods
but hey who’s on trial?

it took a lifespan with no cellmate
but a long way back saying “Me, why can’t we look the other way?”
you’re weightless
you are exotic
you need something for which to care
saying “Me, why can’t we look the other way?”

leave some shards under the belly
lay some grease inside my hand
it’s a sentimental jury
and the makings of a good plan
you’ve come to love me like me
yeah you’ve come to hold me tight
is this motion everlasting
or do shudders pass in the night?

Rosemary
our heaven restores you in life

I’ve spent a lifespan with no cellmate
a long way back saying “Me, why can’t we look the other way?”
you’re weightless
semi-erotic
you need someone to take you there
saying “Me, why can’t we look the other way?
Why can’t we just play the other game?
Why can’t we just look the other way?”

THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!

Posted by barnsley sime on
“THEY DON’T WRITE EM LIKE THAT ANY MORE”

WHAT A NIGHT I HAD!
my best buddy and me met spider (scooter-forums) and went to see “from the jam” at the sheffield octogon. and fuck me they were good! in fact they were better than good, they were astounding!

From The Jam 2007 (from left to right): Dave Moore (keyboards, guitar), Russell Hastings (vocals, guitar),Bruce Foxton (bass, vocals), Rick Buckler (drums). Photo credit: (c) John Walker

loads of jam classics, and even more album tracks! and whats more, and as i commented to spider and skaz, they didn’t play town called malice, and more power to em! i, along with however many other misty eyed men of a certain age sang my heart out to every single song. so much so that my throat is now raw. but soooo worth it.

the response they got was unreal. i was transported back to 1977-1982 all over again! if you have the chance, go see em. i’m planning on taking V.

we may have had the chance to get into the soundcheck and meet them, but it wasn’t to be. next time eh spider?

anyhoo, theres a few pics, and heres a couple of vids.

(the vids are short due to the amount of alcohol being thrown. didn’t want to ruin my new phone[more on that later])
david watts

set the house ablaze

down in the tube station at midnight (watch the beer fly!)

MORE INFO HERE
(including a link to scooter-forums. yay us!!)