It’s just a modern made up thing like Rocket salad and Tiramisu- had none of that nonsense when I were a lad. We just used to call it ‘smells of playing out’
May 24, 2025 at 12:07 PM
It’s just a modern made up thing like Rocket salad and Tiramisu- had none of that nonsense when I were a lad. We just used to call it ‘smells of playing out’
Was in a semi regular pub of mine (I have several) and noticed the music policy had changed. We mentioned it to the girl behind the bar and she rolled her eyes in resignation and apparently there are whole albums of the stuff and she is forced to listen to it day in day out. It’s a ‘thing’.
April 3, 2025 at 7:12 PM
Was in a semi regular pub of mine (I have several) and noticed the music policy had changed. We mentioned it to the girl behind the bar and she rolled her eyes in resignation and apparently there are whole albums of the stuff and she is forced to listen to it day in day out. It’s a ‘thing’.
To counter this I saw Scritti at the RNCM in Manchester and everything broke and you fixed it (allegedly) so it’s not always Frank Spencer with you. (Unless it was you who broke it all in the first place?)
April 2, 2025 at 8:47 AM
To counter this I saw Scritti at the RNCM in Manchester and everything broke and you fixed it (allegedly) so it’s not always Frank Spencer with you. (Unless it was you who broke it all in the first place?)
I don’t agree with you but can see why you would hate it. It ranks alongside Frankie by Sister Sledge in the ‘How can they be so sublime and so shit at the same time’ category. See also I Just Called To Say I Love You.
March 30, 2025 at 10:11 AM
I don’t agree with you but can see why you would hate it. It ranks alongside Frankie by Sister Sledge in the ‘How can they be so sublime and so shit at the same time’ category. See also I Just Called To Say I Love You.