Tea? (Part 3)
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classic33
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You thinking of Blunder Woman!!Now we're talking, I don't remember her being that skinny though.
I suppose it doesn't help when your knickers are bulked up like a nappy.
Bobby Mhor
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Aaaaaaaaagh, my brain is hurting...the nightmares will return
but kudos to Bella who was a very talented funny woman for playing the role..
Saluki
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I have tea, I have a bit of choccy cake and I have a VED disc on my car. Wymondham post office said that that the link was still down and that it was a DVLA thing so not to worry if I can't get one until Tuesday 
but she would give it a try anyway, as I was there like. She tried it and the link was up 
7th time lucky.
but she would give it a try anyway, as I was there like. She tried it and the link was up 7th time lucky.
classic33
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Its no longer VED, what you applied for and got was a VD disc!I have tea, I have a bit of choccy cake and I have a VED disc on my car. Wymondham post office said that that the link was still down and that it was a DVLA thing so not to worry if I can't get one until Tuesday
Bobby Mhor
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@172traindriver
Happy today?
Happy today?
Bobby Mhor
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Are you itching to tell one?Oh my
something about a clapped out motor joke there somewhere
classic33
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Bobby Mhor
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I will leave that to you, venerable one
Saluki
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Whatever I've got it took bloody ages when it shouldn't have done because of 'improvements' to the system.
the_mikey
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Hope Sandoval of Mazzy Star showed up in Bristol to play a gig (as Hope Sandoval and the Warm Invention) in a small pub called the Fleece and Firkin in 2010, she performed 3 songs and stormed off after complaining about the quality of the audio system, leaving the band to shrug their shoulders and play on. Weirdest gig I've ever been to.
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Bobby Mhor
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Instead of human error (which it is most of the time) we now have 'Sorry the computer is down'
Hope they were good for three songs, bleeding prima donnas
the_mikey
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And here's a review I found on The Venue website:
There are divas and there is Hope Sandoval. To recap: the tills must be switched off; the bar must stop serving; the lights must be out. There must be no photography (we are told this about six times). Venue smudger Matt must meet the tour manager (picture approval is demanded, natch, and don't get too close he cautions). Strewth. it's like Dumpy's Rusty Nuts all over again. Still, it'll be worth it, right?
Ireland's Dirt Blue Gene play a pleasant set of soporific shoegazer country, rich with pedal steel and West Coast harmonies. Square-jawed American astronauts would load this into the eight-track as they made stately circuits of the Earth in high orbit. The crowd wait, stewing in the mounting heat. Forty-five minutes late, they troop on again, this time with Ms Sandoval in tow. She's barely audible for the first few numbers and taps listlessly at a vibraphone while a tremolo guitar drowns her out. There's the faint suspicion that this is possibly the same set being played again. 'You look beautiful!' gurgles a love-struck indie boy. Oh dear. That's torn it. 'You don't mean that', Hope snaps back. This is a catastrophe. Hope Sandoval never speaks on stage, everyone knows this. The end, when it comes, is mercifully swift. Two minutes later the band march off and a stunned crowd mill awkwardly making half-hearted attempts to encourage them back. They have played for 20 minutes. Despite Herculean efforts, we have failed. 'Hope is ill' the harassed tour manager explains to a small gaggle of fuming punters. Um, would you like to go to the Big Chill? he improvises desperately. The promoter, bearing the hangdog expression of a man pushed to the edge of endurance, glumly re-examines the lengthy rider. I've got to go and order her a pizza now.
There are divas and there is Hope Sandoval. To recap: the tills must be switched off; the bar must stop serving; the lights must be out. There must be no photography (we are told this about six times). Venue smudger Matt must meet the tour manager (picture approval is demanded, natch, and don't get too close he cautions). Strewth. it's like Dumpy's Rusty Nuts all over again. Still, it'll be worth it, right?
Ireland's Dirt Blue Gene play a pleasant set of soporific shoegazer country, rich with pedal steel and West Coast harmonies. Square-jawed American astronauts would load this into the eight-track as they made stately circuits of the Earth in high orbit. The crowd wait, stewing in the mounting heat. Forty-five minutes late, they troop on again, this time with Ms Sandoval in tow. She's barely audible for the first few numbers and taps listlessly at a vibraphone while a tremolo guitar drowns her out. There's the faint suspicion that this is possibly the same set being played again. 'You look beautiful!' gurgles a love-struck indie boy. Oh dear. That's torn it. 'You don't mean that', Hope snaps back. This is a catastrophe. Hope Sandoval never speaks on stage, everyone knows this. The end, when it comes, is mercifully swift. Two minutes later the band march off and a stunned crowd mill awkwardly making half-hearted attempts to encourage them back. They have played for 20 minutes. Despite Herculean efforts, we have failed. 'Hope is ill' the harassed tour manager explains to a small gaggle of fuming punters. Um, would you like to go to the Big Chill? he improvises desperately. The promoter, bearing the hangdog expression of a man pushed to the edge of endurance, glumly re-examines the lengthy rider. I've got to go and order her a pizza now.
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