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Posted: 8th Jan 2004

So now you can say your sig, and play wiv yo'sel' awhilst looking at kittens, all at once

Finally my fantasies cough cough come true

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 8th Jan 2004
Boys and their toys ehhhhhhhhh



Bammy

A kiss blown is a kiss wasted, the only kind of kiss is a kiss tasted.

I'm a woman. We don't say what we want, but we reserve the right to be pissed off if we don't get it. That's what makes us so fascinating and not just a LITTLE bit scary.

Posted: 8th Jan 2004
i know you

your that guy who juggles clubs at all the parties

you should have taped your phone to your dreads then you wouldnt have lost it. . . duh

ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. . . . . . . . . . . . . ZAP

Posted: 15th Jan 2004
talking of juggling clubs...

mentioned this last night so i tracked down the sicko who came up with it:

Quote:

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Luke Wilson's Flat-half-full-half-flat

"I wanted to make the simplest and shortest sequence that would change hands, and not have any club do the same thing twice, or tennis or anything. If you do 15 throws, it then starts again on the other side. After 30 throws you are back at the start."

---

that'll give us something to think about.
new clubs sooooon dude...

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 15th Jan 2004
hey dude, we met at the squat in hackney?

just thought id say heyy hoo

so


heyhoo

D.B.
X x X x X

Ship off the starboard! sound general quarters! noise and light discipline! man the cannons! GET ME THE RUM!

Master of the Free Hug Program

Posted: 15th Jan 2004
buenos tardes mi amigo

que tal?



numbers numbers counting counting

"I don't take drugs. I am drugs" - Salvador Dali

Posted: 19th Jan 2004

Hola.

Soy bueno, pero hace mal tiempo.

Tengo que luchar la oscuridad de la conclusión de Onu en mi alma, pero tengo pez y pastillas para la cena

Yes yes Mr Cole. flat-half-single-half-flat. flat-half. I have got that far, but am about to go do it some more. Its nice like lazy afternoons watching telly. I prefer tricks that are nice like handcuffs and KY. But you have to have both. If life was all handcuffs and KY, when would I watch changing rooms?

Mr squat hack nee. T'was lovely to meet you, when will you be in London once more?

Adiós mis monos peludos

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 20th Jan 2004
in my intro there is a nice list of synchro 4b tricks.
they are nice like jamie oliver's big dog.

please could you do a similar list of tricks that are nice like handcuffs and KY please.

they sound more fun than the ones that are just numbers...

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 20th Jan 2004

Quote:

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in my intro there is a nice list of synchro 4b tricks.
they are nice like jamie oliver's big dog.

---

are they 'pukka'?

y'all soon
R

Holistic Spinner (I hope)

Posted: 21st Jan 2004
Cassette Boy has Tourettes.

Posted: 21st Jan 2004


thank you jon for reminding me of that most blinding album....

Holistic Spinner (I hope)

Posted: 21st Jan 2004
overlooking my sig eh rob?
first tom and now you

"...he says many things..."

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 21st Jan 2004
um.

if you mean that quote is from that album....
i don't know it THAT well.

so no emotional blackmail cole!

or i won't come and stay!
*sulk*

Holistic Spinner (I hope)

Posted: 21st Jan 2004
cole well done for having cassette boy quoted in your signature. i am truly impressed and inspired.

mr moooaahaa: eres el mono mas peludo senor.

eise maimoy poly ataktos alla den birasi se agapo



hasta luego baby

"I don't take drugs. I am drugs" - Salvador Dali

Posted: 5th Feb 2004
"I didn't want to know.
I just didn't want to know.
Best to keep things in the shallow end,
Cause I never quite learned how to swim
...
Mistook their nods for an approval
Just ignore the smoke and smile"

ahhh, once again maynard cuts deep into my inner soul to probe at the most basic of all my fears

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 5th Feb 2004
riiiiiiiiiight.................................

yup, i'll be down in hackney soon, this friday 13th(!) hopefully. is it still on? is there a price now?

D.B.
X x X x X

Ship off the starboard! sound general quarters! noise and light discipline! man the cannons! GET ME THE RUM!

Master of the Free Hug Program

Posted: 6th Feb 2004


Have fun tonight honey!

You back in london for a while? .....or is Eva kidnapping you again

Live well, love much, laugh often...

Official O.B.E.S.E. cheerleader

Posted: 9th Feb 2004

Been in London all weekend Princess

Almost had an amazing time on Friday

Too many monkeys tho, but the band was pure legend, big kick ass drum solo and everything

Not being kidnapped for now, must do wurk n all that. University or sumfink??

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 9th Feb 2004
Hey, I'm looking for a dreadlocked hippie. Anyone seen one lately?

-Mike

Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella



A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura

Posted: 9th Feb 2004

Hey Mike,

Its been a while, who knows why?

Hope all the doctoring is going very well, not too many junkies, old people, kids, etc.

What kind of patients are good ones Mike?

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 11th Feb 2004
poem for you my sweet

An Attempt At Unrhymed Verse

People tell you all the time,
Poems do not have to rhyme,
It is often better if they don't,
An I am determined that this one won't,
Oh dear,
Never mind I'll start again,
Busy, busy with my pen.......cil,
I can do it if I try,
Easy peasy pudding and gherkins,
Writing verse is so much fun,
Cheering as the summer weather,
Makes you feel alert and bright,
Especially when you get it more or less the way you wanted.

not one of mine i'm afraid, this one's by wendy cope.

right i am going to go and write an essay now, honest

"I don't take drugs. I am drugs" - Salvador Dali

Posted: 11th Feb 2004
new method of rendering fractals makes things like this


Non-Https Image Link


this one has been coloured to resemble the eagle nebula (m16?) and its *really* big:


Non-Https Image Link


and this is like a holy fire buddhabrot fractal extravaganza:


Non-Https Image Link



rockin'

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 11th Feb 2004

Coleman. Tis beautifull. Had myself looking at some lovely fractal movey movey pictures on Sunday. They where a a bit different though.

Monkey munkee. Fangs for tha poem. Wrote some words down maself today, but posting them I shall not. Just for me like so

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 12th Feb 2004
second day in a row i am posting things in your thread that are very nice but take up lots of room.

this one is quite relevant to recent events.

enjoy


I'm staring at a door. It is my door. The door to my new flat. It is grey, metallic, stylish and industrial. The flat is a loft. There is much glass in its complex fenestrations. Some of it is made from hemp. Not too long ago, before the conversion, it clanged with machines that conveniently masked the sweaty weeping of slaves. Ah who knows, they probably loved it. I'm rambling here but it is a Sunday. I am very hazy. It is 2pm and I'm not long up. And the point is, I'm staring at the door because I am locked out.

Perelman says there are five types of being locked out - the act of God, the act of a landlord or girlfriend, `I thought you had the keys', `I thought I had the keys', and psychotically, deliberately shutting the door when you know you don't have the keys.

But as I stare dumbly at my door, I couldn't give a fly's tit how I've been locked out (went for milk, forgot the keys) - I'm just furious. After some light cursing and a couple of kicks, I opt for ruining a Visa card. I'm twisted in a weird hunch against the jamb, attempting keyhole surgery with my flat spastic tool, my tongue slewing through a cretinous wince, when a neighbour emerges on to the landing.

She's about 34, smart and professional. Plain as dust, but will do for a nightcap. `Can I help?' she says. I ask hopelessly about master keys. `I'm sorry, do you live here?' Oh gawd, she doesn't remember. `Yes, we met last weekend. I was being sick into the tree pot on the lower gangway.' No recognition. `I was with a crying woman.' Still no flicker. Dammit, she's one of only two people I've met here (the other is Paul, aka DJ Cattle Prod, who shared some lethal new-wave skunk with me the day I moved in).

I press on, wondering if I might gain access to the fire escape via her flat and climb in through my window - but I'm not surprised when she heads down the stairs. When I call: `Can I use your phone?' at the top of her gitty little parting, she informs me there's a phone box in the square. I find it next to the Vaclav Havel café (no-profit food, radical conversation, all furnishings from skips - oh wake up, you dreamy fucks and tell me you won't be a Starbucks by Y2K!).

There's plenty of time to slag off the area you have just moved into if you're waiting for a Sunday locksmith. Time goes viscous and gummy. The only thing you can do is take out a notebook and write down rubbish like `time goes viscous and gummy'.

It's like exercise-bike time. Each minute contains about 500 seconds. It is also related to missed connection time on trains. Except that when you travel by train, deep down you actually want to be stuck for hours on an island of concrete in Rugby - probably because you are married.

The locksmith arrives after 90 minutes. On the phone, he assured me he was a Banham expert but he gives the lock a rather ESN look. `They're real buggers,' he says. He then says he can either drill through the lock - full replacement cost £120 - or he can `have a go with this': a strip of plastic from a washing-up liquid bottle. My sleeping Anne Robinson yaps into life.

I tell him he secured the job on the strength of being an expert and had better do something bloody special with the plastic or he isn't getting paid. As the cocky locky tries to snake around the anti break-in chicanes in the woodwork, I ask him what there is to stop him performing this service for a thief.

`Nothing,' he says brightly, then explains: `If there's any trouble, I'm miles away by that point.' Which is wrong, because at the top of the stairs behind him appear two rozzers. `Problem, sir?'

I explain I've locked myself out. They look sceptical in an unintelligent way. They ask locko if he has verified that I live here. He says no. They say another occupant of this pad stack has reported a stranger trying to break in. Right. So gruel-lips opposite won't lend me her phone to call a locksmith but she will use it to grass me up. I make a mental note that she'll be getting 20 pizzas she didn't order delivered at four in the morning. Just then Cattle Prod appears. `Hey jumpstick!' I greet him hopefully. Roz 1 asks him if he knows me. He eyes us warily, makes a fuzzy calculation, and says: `No way, man.' Cheers, you scabid little slacker - I hope your decks blow up inyour balls.

But just when it seems to have gone the full pear, my door opens. Or rather is opened - from the inside - by a bird in T-shirt and pants. I'd forgotten about her. She'd spent the night on the bathroom floor, you see. Ill. She's looking bleary but in a slightly Kim Basinger way. What she says, though, is not so clever: `… sorry she only just got the door… very sick … something she ate … the big one with the dove on it … Tris said it could have been smacky …' And the looks all round become significantly more significant.

Then there is one of those split seconds during which three things happen. The cops suddenly lose interest, locko starts to charge me a call-out fee even though he's done nothing, and I decide that this is yet another woman, all gorgeous and pointless in her pants, who in the end just will not do.

And that is when I am seized by Perelman's fifth wave of madness. I reach for the stainless steel handle of the door and knowingly, deliberately, firmly pull it shut.

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 16th Feb 2004
just popping in to offer you a hug

see you tomorrow night - might even be sober this week

Live well, love much, laugh often...

Official O.B.E.S.E. cheerleader

Posted: 17th Feb 2004
hmm everything's gone quiet

where did you go?

see you soon love - have a good week

"I don't take drugs. I am drugs" - Salvador Dali

Posted: 18th Feb 2004
I love your name. Ever time i read it it makes me

Poi... it's an obsession.

Posted: 18th Feb 2004
Hells, where on Earth where you. Under many tables I looked, nooks and crannies we're visibly shaken, so thorough was my search. But see you I did not, pissed or otherwise. So

Hey gorgeous Sunshining one. I'll come round and make some noise again soon


The name is an evil laugh Wizz. Not funny at all, quite bone chilling actually

Coleman. Word etc. Hail Chris Morris. Do'er of the finest mirth available. How can we make them release The Day Today on DVD?

The headlines Tonight - Bottomley refreshed after three days on the cross, Bransons clockwork dog crosses atlantic floor, and sacked chimney sweep pumps boss full of mayonaisse.

An old man stands naked in front of a mirror, eating soup. He is a fool

Business: It was a rather cowy night for the pound it stood at 3.79 against the German Bordello, that's up 5 against the Portugese Starling and down 100 against the bitch. Earlier there was confusion in the markets when France and Spain swapped their currencies, and trading remained succulent for the rest of the day. Thanks Chris. Here at home, from tomorrow the Bank of England introduces it's new Five Pound notes. The notes, which feature the head of Iggy Pop, can only be used once.

You'll have heard the news about the motorway pile-up this evening. The M6, M58, the M61 and the M56 all collided, so safer to avoid that altogether.

The Day Today is now available in these fine locations, the night sky over Paris, the internationeal Hackenbacker building in Chicago, the wall of Cheops pyramids at Giza, and the handles of 400million petrol pumps across the globe.

The Day Today - approaches the buffet with an extremely broad plate.

Environmation: An international ban on the hunting of waves has finally been introduced. Waves have been used for centuries to pull cars in small countries, but are now facing extinction. Over 1million specially farmed waves are to be released into the wild this winter.

For the second night running, Londons Police are out in force, clamping the homeless. The new measures have been in operation since Monday, and are already proving successfull. The clamps are bolted onto any homeless person found asleep or motionless after 9pm at night. This is the time when Londons street people start accumulating in doorways, many of them drunk and pissed up on booze. The clamps ensure that any homeless person who has caused a blockage is forced to stay put when they wake up; they've probably been sick too. They are then prosecuted and punished.

A man see's God in his car. He crashes

Today is the anniversary of 1944. People did things different then, and lived different lives. This Day Today reminiscipackage features contemporary memories and footage from a time when a 5 speed, three litre Capri was the stuff of a madman's dreams.

Just time for a quick look at tomorrow's headlines; the Independant, 'Bank of England recovers from swollen chairman unusualness,' the Daily Mail pretty keen on 'Lassoed bat wins Booker,' the Daily Mail, rather upset, 'Fleetwood Mac buried in dog avalanche' and Today ride with 'Old woman killed by little glass planet.' Due to a printing error tomorrow's Guardian is full of water. That's it, that's The Day Today, on the day the world learned that Cliff Richard is pregnant. Good Night

Some things you have to see to believe, but
Some things you have to believe in to see.

Posted: 19th Feb 2004
i never did buy jam - must order that soon.



good timing on the day today question though my man



we love chris.



now get downloading bitch.

"i see you at 'dis cafe.
i come to 'dis cafe quite a lot myself.
they do porridge."
- tim westwood

Posted: 26th Feb 2004
hmm still so quiet



isn't it blimmin friday yet?

not long now

"I don't take drugs. I am drugs" - Salvador Dali