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Tim Booth telling a story at a James' gig in Southend this month,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs89kXHZ8Ss
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what does booth say at the end, cant quite make it out?
Tim Booth telling a story at a James' gig in Southend this month,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs89kXHZ8Ss
Mention's Mozzer
what does booth say at the end, cant quite make it out?
I think he says, "That's what I thought. I'm a Morrissey man myself."
Yep . It's hard to make out but that's how I heard it as well.
My lecturer's mobile phone rang during my painting lecture today, and his ringtone was 'What Difference Does It Make'.
My lecturer's mobile phone rang during my painting lecture today, and his ringtone was 'What Difference Does It Make'.
Had to go through a metal detector and have my things xrayed on the way into a court house today.
This company makes xrays, as well as a bunch of medical supply stuff. Nothing like getting an IV started with bits of torn up packets labeled "Smiths" all around you.
Once, I was going in for surgery, and the lady at the information desk was named Elizabeth Dwyer. Then the woman in the next cube getting checked in for her surgery was named Jacqueline Morrissey. I kept waiting for Steven himself to show up in the form of an orderly to wheel me into the theatre. Didn't happen.
Freaky if suitably surreal and perhaps reassuring too?!
I was impressed, on flicking through the selection of CDs available, to notice Years of Refusal and You Are The Quarry in my local library. Artists like Herb Alpert and The Righteous Brothers also caught my eye.
This company makes xrays, as well as a bunch of medical supply stuff. Nothing like getting an IV started with bits of torn up packets labeled "Smiths" all around you.
Once, I was going in for surgery, and the lady at the information desk was named Elizabeth Dwyer. Then the woman in the next cube getting checked in for her surgery was named Jacqueline Morrissey. I kept waiting for Steven himself to show up in the form of an orderly to wheel me into the theatre. Didn't happen.
In the stairwell down to the lower-level parking garage at the Amoeba records in West Hollywood, the walls are plastered with old cheesy record sleeves. I think there are some Herb Alperts among them, which I liked to think is what drew M's attention to them. However, there is also a Slim Goodbody sleeve in there, so if he shows up onstage next Halloween in a bodysuit with his organs printed on it, then we'll be reasonably sure he's been spending some time in the stairwell.
There is a also a great, veg-friendly burrito joint on St Elmo's Avenue in Chattanooga, TN in which the bathrooms are papered with Herb Alpert record sleeves, but I never imagined he'd been there. Who knows?