31.8.02

Live my life in the city
There's no easy way out
The day's moving just too fast for me
Need some time in the sunshine
I gotta slow it right down
The day's moving just too fast for me
I live my life for the stars that shine
People say it's just a waste of time
When they said I should feed my head
That to me was just a day in bed
I'll take my car and drive real far
To where they're not concerned about the way we are
'Cos in my mind my dreams are real
Are you concerned about the way I feel?
Tonight I'm a rock n roll star
Live my life in the city
There's no easy way out
The day's moving just too fast for me
Need some time in the sunshine
I gotta slow it right down
The day's moving just too fast for me
Tonight I'm a rock n roll star
...Rock'n'roll Star, by Oasis

30.8.02

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly
I wanna live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breathe
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
We're gonna live forever
...Live Forever, by Oasis

29.8.02

I need to be myself
I can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine
You need to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
You need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow
'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call
You need to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I know a girl called Elsa
She's into Alka Seltzer
She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train
She made me laugh
I got her autograph
She done it with a doctor on a helicopter
She's sniffin in her tissue
Selling the Big Issue
She needs to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
She needs to find a way for what she wants to say
But before tomorrow
'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call
...Supersonic, by Oasis

28.8.02

take a look at my clash fanlisting: we are the clash...

27.8.02

the clash live...:)
a music store opened up just around the corner, so i went on over...and yes, they have the great and all powerful clash. they also have oasis...(the meaning of life isn't 42, it's cigarettes and alcohol. ;))

26.8.02

what i meant to put was this is the beginning of my site: the ring must be destroyed.
here's the biginnings of my site @
i have a new drum teacher now- lessons from 5:30 to 6:20. sweet. (my first drum teacher couldn't teach anymore; i guess he was too busy.)

25.8.02

liverpool beat south hampton 3- nothing yesterday, el-hadji diouf scored twice and so did riise. :D
she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she loves you, yeah, yeah yeah...
i'm putting more of the fanlistings, etc, that i belong to on here...
well...the cats are pleased to see me.

so's r. :D

24.8.02

23.8.02

just got back from seeing simone. it was very funny- al pacino is a fantastic actor.

abby insulted star trek again. as usual.

22.8.02

...we all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine...i can't get that song out of my head...aargh...
just found out i can't go see my friend on saturday. there goes the weekend.

21.8.02

voy
'i am afraid your father has changed somewhat since you last saw him.' said dios conversationally.
'well yes,' said teppic, bewildered by the tone. 'he's dead, isn't he?'
hmmm...
reading pryamids, by terry pratchett...
you ignorant clod, you stupid old sod, you havering, slavering get.......lucky jim...

20.8.02

*sigh*
i'm not going to be online until saturday evening...g'bye till then!
it's funny...one of my cats, mr orange, loves people and always sits with me...the other one, q, doesn't give a damn; as long as we feed her life's alright.
'the more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain."'--captain scott
blogger wasn't letting me log on until just now...*panic* i'm finally getting the hang of html...it's not great, but i'm learning...

19.8.02

was james bond around before star trek?
some of the links aren't working, i'm not sure why; i'll try and fix them asap.
to the left are now links; scroll down a bit and you will find the fanlistings/cliques i have joined...i have not put them all up yet, but i will eventually...
what to do, what to do...
hou let the reds out?!?!
ach, whatever.
does that mean it is?
well, it bloody looks like the chair is there.
my drum teacher has disappeared.
black-balloon blog
tripod is not working. still. grrrr.
'i think, therefore i am.' chairs don't think, so do they not exist? what am i sitting on?!?!
liverpool fc and man u: man u has david beckham. liverpool has michael owen, steven gerrard, el-hadij diouf, and, among others, emile heskey. ha. in your face, sir alex.
html frames
html: an interactive tutorial

SadHOO
red dwarf here, mate

tripod still isn't working. damn.

18.8.02

tripod isn't working. damn.
At last a journalistic enterprise, the ultimate ego trip. Write your own obituary! Well, I've actually seen mine, by seducing an office girl from the Brisbane Courier Mail. It went like this: Spike Milligan was born Terence Alan Milligan on the 1 April 1918 in a hospital in Ahmednagar, India. When he grew up he wrote the Goon Show and died.

Well, I was educated first at the Convent of Jesus and Mary where I consistently passed top of the class. While I was there the nuns had 16 immaculate conceptions.

To Rangoon (the Rangoon Show folks) and the Brothers de Salle - despite the earthquake of 1929, I passed all exams with honours, especially English lit. I then wrote the Goon Show and died.

In 1933, I returned to England where I learnt to sing like Bing Crosby. In 1936, won silver cup crooning at Lady Florence Institute Deptford. Act of heroism - 1937, on ferry crossing to Falmouth, friend Jim Cherry fell off and was rescued by me; Falmouth Chronicle carried the story thus: CROONY CONTEST WINNER SAVES FALLING CHERRY. Wrote Goon Show and died.

Then I learnt the trumpet. Won Melody Maker contest silver medal at Lewisham Town Hall, presented by Benny Carter. Benny Carter was my hero; after the operation he became my heroine.

Now I was 19, held together by pimples, Brylcreem and Durex. My first sexual encounters of a thud kind - I fell off. She lost hers, I lost mine, snap! Wrote Goon Show and died.

Then came the war: North Africa, promoted in the field (they wouldn't let me indoors). Mentioned in dispatches: nothing positive, just mentioned. Heard playing with Army jazz band by L/13 Div K. Carter (later producer of the Benny Hill Show), put in concert party.

Invasion of Italy - blown up at Monte Cassino - came down again unaided. Demoted as "unstable", spotted by gay colonel: was his chauffeur. He said if he could hold mine he'd promote me; after one stripe, he found one bigger who soon became sergeant.

I and my trumpet were posted; breaking out of the parcel found I was in the Central Pool of Artists, Naples - a depot of bomb-happy squaddies. Wrote Goon Show and died. Secombe there. He's seen Naples but didn't die; there was too much him. He was doing an act of shaving and singing - yes, shaving and singing. He knew what he was doing - there was no Shaving and Singing Regiment in the country.

The Bill Hall Trio who, well, I was a good rhythm guitarist like Django's brother. Seated one day at the guitar, I was weary and ill at ease. And fingers wandered idly over the ivory keys ... (bang, there goes another elephant).

I was joined by a jazz violinist, then a jazz bassist; we became the hit of the Central Mediterranean Forces, nabbed by Gracie to appear on VE night concert, Argentine Theatre, Rome - we are the hit of the show; we escape, before she can sing Sing As We Go. We go. Wrote Good Show and died.

The war ends, we seek fame in the UK - failure. I go solo; that is, I'm out of work on my own, meet up again with Secombe, then Bentine, then Sellers, then ... Dorita Trent! Forget the others, no, I must write a show for them, yes. Between doing Dorita, I wrote the Goon Show and died.

I had long been aware of the state of the environment, so with Jean Scott formed the Finchley Society, saved building from a witless Finchley council.

TV had arrived, Sellers asked me to do a script for TV. I wrote A Show Called Fred, the very first Television Producers and Directors Award. Divorced, for doing it to Dorita, now I went into oblivion. I marched with Bertrand Russell on the antinuclear 100 Committee (looks like we're winning), I joined all environmental groups; whenever I got the chance, I preached the disaster of over-population. Wrote Goon Show and died.

No work in England; Australia - radio and TV; out there saved an unrecorded Aborigine cave, carvings and paintings of the extinct Dharug tribe. I found and saved the convict-cut stone cottage of major early Australian poet Henry Kendal (now a museum). I could have gone on, stopped there and waited for the knighthood, but no. Instead, they relieved me of my British passport and I was obliged to become Irish with the title of Mister.

Writing poetry for my children, eldest Laura said: "Why don't you make a book, Daddy?" I did. Success. Wrote Goon Show and died. Feel I have shaken off the working-class curse. Feel good!

Supporting the salvage of SS Great Britain and HMS Warrior. Saved old gas lamps off Constitution Hill. Started twoyear restoration of Elfin Oak, Kensington Gardens. I yearn for a good film part, Bernard Miles renews my flagging spirits by giving me role as Ben Gunn in Treasure Island. Success, but nothing comes of it. I write Puckoon, bestseller. I then wrote the Goon Show and died.

Under direction of idiots at MGM I make three "comedy" films. I had no say in the writing or direction and it showed.

Back to Oz to do a second radio series. Got a telegram from Sellers saying short film I wrote and directed, Running, Jumping And Standing Still, has won awards!

I'm cast in a boring Russian drama, Oblomov. First night disaster. I ad lib the play to a success. It breaks all box-office records for the Comedy Theatre; everybody comes - Olivier, Barbra Streisand, the Royal Family.

Finally BBC2 allows me to do a series of TV shows I call Q. The style was pounced on by all the up-and-coming comics, Python among them.

Clubs: Ronnie Scott's. Hobbies: writing Goon Shows and dying.

---Spike Milligan's personally-authored obituary (written in 1990).
when the law break in how ya gonna go? shot down on the pavement or waiting in deathrow? when they kick at the front door how ya gonna come? with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun? you can crush us, you can bruise us, yes even shoot us, but oh, the guns of brixton...
god save the queen...we mean it, man...they made you a moron...a potential h-bomb...
my sister is now an official x-box junkie.

17.8.02

tripod is working!!!
elvish weddings
oh...it's morning...ick...

16.8.02

nope, i don't think it works...but if you reeeeally want to email me, here's the address: i'm just putting this here to see if it works...lol, try it if you want...
here

i'm just putting this here to see if it works...lol, try it if you want...

name:

email:


Enter Your Comments:









you know the cursor thingy? yeah. that.
the second season of enterprise starts next wednesday. shockwave pt 2, i think...

the strider puzzle...all that is gold does not glitter

Pan i valt law thilia,
Law pain i reviar mistar aen;
Iaur i vell law thinnatha,
Law thynd dyfn na-niss rathar aen.
O lith naur echuiathar aen,
Calad od duath thuiatha;
Adamminen i vagol vreithannen,
Pen-thol ad echannen i aran.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king



15.8.02


go here


my math teacher from last year may be moving up a grade so she may be my math teacher this year as well. noooo. she's evil. unless you're a bloody genius then she doesn't give a flying toothpick for how well you do.
or a stationary toothpick, for that matter.
damn.
the vulcans are so damn lucky...no bloody emotion...
dark bodies floating in darkness no sign of light or forgiveness imprisoned in the walls without a memory unconscious or am i conscious cut from the heart i am part of fell from the sky like a star sometimes i feel as though i'm frozen in heaven and i saw my own face in the dark and loneliness and i saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven in dreams i see myself flying closer to the sun and i'm climbing try to touch the sun but the brightness burns my eyes

hear my voice...come back to the light...
i...am...so...bored...must...stay...awake...

lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad...



liverpool fc is so much better than man u...

isolation is the oxygen mask you make you make your children breathe to survive
when we were good they just closed your eyes so when we are bad they'll scar your minds
the death of one is a tragedy
the death of millions is just a statistic

14.8.02



...i meant go here to make your own Nemesis script: here


Star Trek:Oliver Kahn

Written By:Ansul

The film opens with some really annoying credits that make the audience's eyes hurt.

After the credits, we see footballs spinning in random triangles. This confuses the audience to no end.

Next, we cut to the Enterprise. Throughout the movie, the ship interiors are filmed too dark to see things clearly.

Here, we see the TNG crew. They are watching the football game. This scene is lame.

During this scene, Picard whines about France being a terrible football team.

The crew is then interrupted! As a result, the TNG crew must FIFA headquarters. Thus, beginning their mission.

When they arrive at this mission, Data starts thinking that he is David Beckham. This scene is embarrassing.

But suddenly, there is an action scene involving Data vs Rivaldo! This scene could have been very action-packed, but is very short, unfortunately.

Later on, Picard finds out that that in reality Brazil won the World Cup and Germany didn't, and thus the plot of the film finally begins.

Soon, a member of the TNG crew talks to Gene Roddenberry, who is recognized by many TNG fans, though this person doesn't really help the plot.

Then, Rudy Voeller, the film's obvious bad guy, is revealed. But Rudy Voeller is not REALLY that bad, because just wants England to win the Cup.

The crew then learns that Ronaldinho is in grave danger! And they must come to the rescue!

A few minutes later, there is an embarrassing scene where Data sings 'You'll Never Walk Alone.' The audience groans.

And later, Worf is even more embarrassing because he bet Riker that Germany would win...and Germany didn't. This ticks off many Klingon fans in the audience.

Later on, Troi, who had nothing else to do in the film, disappears and then reappears instantaneously, this obvoiusly meaning nothing whatsoever. Unfortunately it doesn't help the plot.

A little later, Sven Goran-Eriksson does not appear. The audience doesn't laugh, however.

Picard and his Away Team beams to the Shire. Which looks almost cinematic, but not quite.

Crusher and Geordi do absolutely nothing for the duration of the film.

Soon, the audience gets a feeling of Deja Vu. Because Picard dubs the Enterprise 'HMS Bounty'. This seems verrrry familiar...

Then, for no reason, someone in the film says 'Phooey!' Nerds in the audience think this is cool and edgy.

The crew discovers that Rudy Voeller has a Microwave! This makes things very dangerous!

Then, one of the crewmembers says 'COME ON ENGLAND!' Even though this makes no sense.

In their attempts to stop Rudy Voeller, the Enterprise is NOT blown up. This looks really cool... but doesn't stop Rudy Voeller.

Soon, Riker shoots at Luis Figo. But this accomplishes absolutely nothing.

There is a final showdown in a nebula called The Black and White and Sphere- Shaped Nebula. In a fit of rage, Rudy Voeller attempts to activate his Microwave! Time is running out, so Picard beams over and attempts to stop him.

Eventually, Picard violently and mercilessly kills Rudy Voeller by telling him repeatedly that in 2006 France will do better. Picard is almost killed in the process, but luckily Michael Owen and Gary McAllister saves Picard at the last moment.

Later, Picard contemplates on what has happened. As a result of this mission, Picard has resolved his problems with France being a terrible football team. Picard then gives a boring speech about the entire French football teaqm and how brilliant they are.

The TNG crew then beams back to the Enterprise, which warps off into space.

The TNG theme plays on the soundtrack.

THE END

...go here to make your own Nemesis script:
it looks like it still might rain today...

13.8.02


god, it was raining hard today.

december 13th and 18th...:D

12.8.02

haldir of lorien dies at helm's deep...

liverpool fc: man u is not even worth mentioning.



I fancy Elves.
King of the Elves, it can't get much better baby.
Which culture from Middle-Earth do you fancy?
By Hannah and Dani




I fancy Elves.
The only one that will ever look good in tights. Oh yea.
Which culture from Middle-Earth do you fancy?
By Hannah and Dani



[i'm legolas!]
I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, representative of the Elves in the Fellowship of the Ring. I contributed my archery skills, keen senses and prettiness to the Company, so don't you start. In the movie, I'm played by Orlando Bloom.
|| Which Lord of the Rings Elf are you? @ X.com ||





tripod is driving me insane. it won't let me work on my site. argh.

11.8.02


arsenal won.
noooooooo...:(

seaman fumbles...but no goal.

traore replaced by cheyrou. argh. come on, diouf.

owen's been replaced with smicer! no heskey, no owen, is someone insane?

they've taken heskey off and replaced him with milan baros.

@ the moment, it's liverpool 0, arsenal 1.

10.8.02


the charity shield is tomorrow!

9.8.02

. . .naa lle i'seldar. . .amin sintya lle naa. . .

hmmm...

8.8.02


stalwart wolf - the official wolf fanlisting
[wales fanlisting]

just a few more weeks and then back to school.

...sick...

7.8.02


let's try this again.
here for lotr fanlistings
ok.
here for misc. fanlistings.
the zoolander fanlisting for people who think 'zoolander' is good
the listing for fans of the movie version of wolverine
enchilada sunrise(?)
a song composed by my friend:
the british suck
the british suck
the only thing they ever did right
was not have strong censors in the 60s
and create the show the avengers
the british suck
the british suck
the other good thing is some of the music
but other countries are better.


...sigh. (and yes, she is an american. all i did was send her the lyrics to 'i'm so bored of the usa' by the great and all-powerful clash...oops.




just watched lotr: fotr. again. :D

i'm so bored with the usa.....the great and all-powerful clash
Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag
He met it in Cambodia
But now he can't afford a bag
Yankee dollar talk
To the dictators of the world
In fact it's giving orders
An' they can't afford to miss a word
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Yankee detectives
Are always on the TV
'Cos killers in America
Work seven days a week
Never mind the stars and stripes
Let's play the Watergate Tapes
I'll salute the New Wave
And I hope nobody escapes
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Move up Starsky
For the C.I.A.
Suck on Kojak
For the USA...



welcome to wonderland
m a k e y o u r s e l f a g o d i k n o w w h o y o u a r e. . .




Marilyn Manson....The Fight Song (Slipknot Remix)

Nothing suffocates you more than
the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
your children breath into survive

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we're going to scar your minds

fight, fight, fight, fight

You'll never grow up to be a big-
rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
cheap coupons and say that death
was on sale today

And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we're scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit

the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
but death of a million is just a statistic

[CHORUS]

fight, fight, fight, fight



6.8.02


A 100% LOTR Addict!

you think lotr, you dream lotr, you see lotr, and you even read lotr!! you probably also have your own LOTR website and heaven knows what.

How much of an LOTR addict are YOU? quiz by maikamariel





you are ringwraith #

SIX

the cynic



Which Ringwraith Are You? Quiz by maikamariel






VANYAR

You are fair-haired and is the elven race favored by Manwe and Varda. Ingwe is your lord.



Which Race are You of the Eldar? Quiz by maikamariel




you are...

Ulmo

"Ulmo is the Lord of Waters. He is alone. He dwells nowhere long, but moves as he will in all the deep waters about Earth or under the Earth. He is next in might to Manwe, and before Valinor was made he was closest to him in friendship; but thereafter he went seldom to the coucils of the Valar, unless great matters were in debate. For he kept all Arda in thought, and he has no need of any resting place.

Moreover he does not love to walk upon land, and will seldom clothe himself in a body after the manner of his peers. If the Children of Eru beheld him they were filled with a great dread; for the arising of the King of the Sea was terrible."



Which Valar are You? Quiz by maikamariel





You're a...

SMART DARK LORD

Always prepared and ahead of everyone else. And your cunningness has never failed you.



What kind of Dark Lord are you? quiz by Maikamariel







hero@antagonism.net

listening to: the clash....guns of brixton




listening to: rammstein....hallelujah
the joey tribbiani and matt leblanc fanlisting
jay & silent bob strike back
lennon fanlisting
...all hail discworld...

fear factory - invisible wounds (the suture mix)
dark bodies floating in darkness
no sign of light ever given
imprisoned in a world without a memory
unconscious, or am i conscious?
cut from the heart i am part of
sometimes i feel as though i'm frozen in heaven

and i saw my own face in the dark and lonliness
and i saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven

in dreams i see myself flying
closer to the sun, and i'm climbing
tried to touch the sun
but the brightness burned my eyes
unconscious, or am i conscious?
fell from the sky like a star
sometimes i feel as though i'm frozen in heaven

and i saw my own face in the dark and lonliness
and i saw my own face like a spark

dark
my life was so dark...
my mind was so dark...
everything was dark

unconscious, or am i conscious?
fell from the sky like a star
sometimes i feel as though i'm frozen in heaven

and i saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
and i saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven
dark bodies floating in darkness...

coal chamber - something told me

something told me to tell you
not to tell me what to do
i am what i fucking am
many have tried to change this man
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like

something told me to tell you
don't give into me
something told me to tell you
don't give into me

WHY do you do the shit you do
i'm doin just what i do
NO not what i want to do
but what i've got to do, we're through
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like

something told me to tell you
don't give into me
something told me to tell you
don't give into me

something told me to tell you
not to tell me what to do
i am what i fucking am
many have tried to change this man
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like
life's always been an uphill fight
somethings i do you may not like

something told me to tell you
don't give into me
something told me to tell you
don't give into me

i'm sick of this shit
i'm sick of this shit
i'm sick of this shit, motherfucker
i'm sick of this shit
i'm sick of this shit
i'm sick of your shit

I'm out of my mind and your driveing me crazy

dont give into me
dont give into me
dont give into me
dont give into me

It's not the same, It's not the same
somethings are not the same anymore

something told me to tell you
don't give into me
something told me to tell you
don't give into me






5.8.02


hou let the reds out?!?!

4.8.02


'i shall enjoy watching you die...mr anderson.'

3.8.02


liverpool lost 2-0 to real madrid. and steven gerrard is injured again. damn.

2.8.02



leicester sack wise. ouch.
juinho gets all-clear
liverpool play real madrid today! owen ready for real


1.8.02


alice krige was in reign of fire.

bill shankly quotes

'Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that.'
On boardroom meetings:
'At a football club, there's a holy trinity - the players, the manager and the supporters. Directors don't come into it. They are only there to sign the cheques, not to make them out. We'll do that, they just sign them.'
On Tommy Smith:
'If he isn't named Footballer of the Year, football should be stopped and the men who picked any other player should be sent to the Kremlin.'
To a Liverpool fan:
'Where are you from?'
'I'm a Liverpool fan from London.'
'Well laddie . . . . What's it like to be in heaven?'
To Tommy Smith
'You son, you could start a riot in a graveyard.'
On the day he signed Ian St John:
'Son, you'll do well here as long as you remember two things. Don't over-eat and don't lose your accent.'
To Kevin Keegan:
'Just go out and drop a few hand-grenades all over the place, son.'
On Brian Clough:
'He's worse than the rain in Manchester. At least the rain in Manchester stops occasionally.'
To the journalist suggesting Liverpool were in difficulties:
'Ay, here we are with problems at the top of the league.'
To a translator, when being surrounded by gesticulating Italian journalists:
'Just tell them I completely disagree with everything they say!'
To Alan Ball, who'd just signed for Everton:
'Don't worry, Alan. At least you'll be able to play close to a great team!'
To a barber when asked if he wanted anything off the top:
'Aye, Everton.'
A scout told Shanks about a young player who he'd given a trial at Liverpool:
'He has football in his blood,' the disappointed scout complained. 'You may be right,' Shanks said, 'but it hasn't reached his legs yet!'
At Dixie Dean's funeral:
'I know this is a sad occasion but I think that Dixie would be amazed to know that even in death he could draw a bigger crowd than Everton can on a Saturday Afternoon.'
On his resignation:
'It was the most difficult thing in the world, when I went to tell the chairman. It was like walking to the electric chair. That's the way it felt.'
Jock Stein on Shanks:
'I don't believe everything Bill tells me about his players. If they were that good, they'd not only have won the European Cup but the Ryder Cup, the Boat Race and even the Grand National!'



Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell
United, Tottenham, Arsenal
Watch my lips, and I will spell
'cause they don't just play, but they can rap aswell

Liverpool F.C.
Liverpool F.C.

My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility...

aah...aah...ahh...aah

...had Napoleon had that idea he'd have conquered the bloody world

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

Alright Aldo
Sound as a pound
I'm cushty la but there's nothing down
The rest of the lads ain't got it sussed
We'll have to learn 'em to talk like us

Well I'm rapping now, I'm rapping for fun
I'm your goalie, the number one
You can take the mick, don't call me a clown
Any more lip and you're going down

Alright Ace, we're great me and you
But the other lads don't talk like we do
No they don't talk like we do, do they do la
We'll have to learn 'em to talk propah

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

You two scousers are always yapping
I'm gonna show you some serious rapping
I come from Jamaica, my name is John Barn-es
When I do my thing the crowd go bananas

How's he doing the Jamaica rap?
He's from just south of the Watford Gap
He gives us stick about the north/south divide
'cause they got the jobs
Yeah, but we got the side

Well I came to England looking for fame
So come on Kenny man, give us a game
'cause I'm sat on the bench paying my dues with the blues
I'm very big down under, but my wife disagrees

They've won the league, bigger stars than Dallas
They got more silver than Buckingham Palace
No-one knows quite what to expect
When the red machine's in full effect

Well Steve McMahon sure can rap
It's about time he had an England cap
So come on Bobby Robson, he's the man
'cause if anyone can, Macca can
Macca-can... Macca-can... Macca-can... Macca-can...

Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell

My idea was to build Liverpool up and up and up until eventually they would be untouchable. Everybody would have to submit. Give in, give in, give in

We're Ireland lads
Och-ai the noo
And there's four of us
And only two of you
So if you want nai trouble
And you don't want a slap
You'd better teach us the Anfield rap

Don't forget us paddies
And me the Great Dane
And I'm from London mate so watch your game
Well you two scousers, you're always squaking
But we'll just let our feet do the talking

Our lads have come from all over the place
They talk dead funny, but they play dead great
Well now we've gotta learn 'em to talk real cool
The song you've gotta learn if you're Liverpool

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

You'll never walk alone

Ho-ho my word
That's unbelievable, it really is
I think they should stick to playing football. Terrible
What do you think Kenny?

Oh yeah!



saw reign of fire yesterday. it was pretty good.
mine fields......prodigy

this is dangerous. open up your head feel the shell-shock.
this is dangerous. i walk the mindfields so watch your head rock.
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i walk through mindfields, ha ha ha
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i walk through mindfields so watch your head rock.



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