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  2. Art of War on

    DD – got kicked out the 3 Blackbirds in Walthamstow in 92 for putting that on the jukey 8 times in a row. Just how i was feeling the bassas!!!

  10. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    ACGR, MICHAEL THEY’LL BE TAKING YOU AWAY on 18TH DECEMBER 2016 1:41 AM

     

     

    Mate.

     

    Can understand your disquiet.

     

    However , an explanation was given .

     

    ” Coon shit ” was an American phrase .The coon being short for raccoon .

     

     

    Here is an Australian ad.

     

    Not racist.

     

     

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRknLrEYqOs

  12. petec on

    “Delaneys Dunky on 18th December 2016 1:45 am

     

     

    ACGR

     

    Calm doon pal.”

     

    Try saying that to my Face? Trigger anything?

     

    You are Devious as feck.

     

    You might be Mr OK Cool Guy – The fact is – you are as Devious as feck.

  18. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    Have a bit of a poyum, gaun

     

     

    You may write me down in history

     

    With your bitter, twisted lies,

     

    You may trod me in the very dirt

     

    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

     

     

    Does my sassiness upset you?

     

    Why are you beset with gloom?

     

    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

     

    Pumping in my living room.

     

     

    Just like moons and like suns,

     

    With the certainty of tides,

     

    Just like hopes springing high,

     

    Still I’ll rise.

     

     

    Did you want to see me broken?

     

    Bowed head and lowered eyes?

     

    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

     

    Weakened by my soulful cries.

     

     

    Does my haughtiness offend you?

     

    Don’t you take it awful hard

     

    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

     

    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

     

     

    You may shoot me with your words,

     

    You may cut me with your eyes,

     

    You may kill me with your hatefulness,

     

    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

     

     

    Does my sexiness upset you?

     

    Does it come as a surprise

     

    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

     

    At the meeting of my thighs?

     

     

    Out of the huts of history’s shame

     

    I rise

     

    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

     

    I rise

     

    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

     

    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

     

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

     

    I rise

     

    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

     

    I rise

     

    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

     

    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

     

    I rise

     

    I rise

     

    I rise.

     

     

    Maya Angelou

  21. petec on

    Some people are so Sensitive that they have to have Group Backing.

     

     

    I might well go back to the CQN Corner. I’d like to know why Macjay1 thought Kojo had left under a cloud, or he’d left…. Kojo wasn’t one to quit-he put up with so much Sh!t and was always Civil – So the Email has went out – KEVJ clicque Centralisation. So KOJO is ALIVE

     

     

    I remember the Battered Bunnet touching down and saying that Kojo wisnae even in the Top 10 or 100 CQN posters. That is Jealousy…. Plain and Simple.

  23. a light insanity on

    This playground stuff is getting really boring .

     

    Certain individuals make unsubstantiated points laugh at them and have done with.

  24. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    AoW,

     

     

    Ah, yev just encouraged me now…. many will regret it this night.

     

     

    So,

     

     

    Digging by Seamus Heaney

     

     

    Between my finger and my thumb

     

    The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

     

     

    Under my window, a clean rasping sound

     

    When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:

     

    My father, digging. I look down

     

     

    Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds

     

    Bends low, comes up twenty years away

     

    Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

     

    Where he was digging.

     

     

    The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

     

    Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

     

    He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

     

    To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

     

    Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

     

     

    By God, the old man could handle a spade.

     

    Just like his old man.

     

     

    My grandfather cut more turf in a day

     

    Than any other man on Toner’s bog.

     

    Once I carried him milk in a bottle

     

    Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

     

    To drink it, then fell to right away

     

    Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

     

    Over his shoulder, going down and down

     

    For the good turf. Digging.

     

     

    The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

     

    Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

     

    Through living roots awaken in my head.

     

    But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

     

     

    Between my finger and my thumb

     

    The squat pen rests.

     

    I’ll dig with it.

  25. petec on

    Art of War on 18th December 2016 2:03 am

     

     

    Petec i will. But sort it out eh?

     

     

    DD disnae need any haunders, thats what freaked me to Run AwayParanoia was Runnin away

     

     

    Truth Be Told – I thought you were going to Stab me walking up to High St Station. That is Heavy Paranoia…… I obviously done an incredible swinging of the Hips to Leave ye— thinking about it ye were probably just getting out yer Pipe that glistens.

  30. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    DELANEYS DUNKY on 18TH DECEMBER 2016 1:54 AM

     

    MacJay

     

     

     

    Very sleekit play on words from my view.

     

     

    How many racoons live in Scotland?

     

    ======================================================

     

     

    G`day , mate.

     

    You may be right .

     

    I`m in no position to judge.

     

    I do know , however that the poster in question spent some time in U.S..

     

    Don`t know how long.

     

    ” Racist ” is an easy accusation to make. The mud sticks.

     

    I was referred to as racist the other day.

     

    However , I take heed only of the opinions of people I respect.

  32. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    The men in my fathers family… I remember, as a youngster, seeing a richness in them. All coal miners mind, so never a dollar to spare. Time and experience chips and peels at the hero status, but still, I don’t see their like now. Hard times make special people, and discard others – a time we don’t want to go back to.

     

     

    As a kid, I hated the sing-songs, only appreciating it in my 20’s – what a tit I was…. maybe I’ll look back in 10 years time and say the same thing.

     

     

    The whispers of the old ones

     

    They never disappear

     

    They lift and wish upon the wind

     

    The sound you never hear

     

    The memory forgotten

     

    The breath as soft as dew

     

    The scent, the glance, the trembling hair

     

    The thought you never knew

     

     

    The source of all your instincts

     

    The song inside your soul

     

    The tenacity of tenderness

     

    The drive towards your goal

     

     

    Remember this my little one

     

    When you fear to walk alone

     

    That we are here beside you

     

    Your flesh, your blood,

     

    your own

  34. petec on

    Art of War on 18th December 2016 2:28 am

     

     

    Petec- i wondered where you went. No malice here. I enjoyed your company.

     

     

    …………………………..

     

     

    You have No idea the PARANouia, when I go ootside.

  35. petec on

    Art of War,

     

     

    This is the Disturbed Mind of Mine.

     

     

    I left the Danny McGrain and went in the Horse and Barge and put an Ayrton Senna behind the Bar for Garry…

     

     

    I Love the CELTIC

  41. petec on

    Delaneys Dunky on 18th December 2016 1:59 am

     

     

    Petec

     

     

    You are someone I wish I never met.

     

    ………………………………………………………………..

     

    I sincerely Hope you don’t bad Mouth Anyone ever again.

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