SUM EGO SOLLICITUS?   AM I BOTHERED?

BITINGLY SATIRICAL LYRICS FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX.  SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND DOWNRIGHT VICIOUS SONGS AND PARODIES. INCISIVE, IRREVERENT, IRRELEVANT AND INHERENTLY  INACCURATE COMMENT AND OPINION

Due in part to the ban on smoking in pubs, the cold weather and the pressing demands of his other artistic endeavours Colin Bailey has retired temporarily from the music scene and is now writing this rubbish instead.

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Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

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SUM EGO SOLLICITUS?

WYKONANIE RENOWACJI, POPRZEZ  APLIKACJE ANTYKOROZYJNEJ POWLOKI

ZABEZPIECZAJACEJ (WYKLADZINY), ZBIORNIKÓW !

So it looks like we won't be getting a referendum on Europe. Did anyone ever think we would? Gordon Brown has cast his lofty glass eye on his subjects and decided that as democratically elected leader of the country (must have missed THAT vote) our future lies with Europe whether we like it or not. Not the nasty Old Europe that would periodically trample through Belgium to have a bit of a barney, but a happy contented, prosperous and United Europe that is now expanding faster than a puddle of puppy pee on a sloping lino floor. This New Europe is now dividing and subdividing faster than an amoeba on amphetamines with a serious generation gap developing between the grumpy old farts in their tatty slippers to the west and the callow hoodies swapping illicit ciggies in their playground to the East.

Barely fresh from burning each other's tractors, shagging each other's goats and generally acting in a frightfully uncivilised manner these New Europeans have also taken with gusto to dissing their elders in that most sacred of European institutions - The Eurovision song contest. In golden times we had the risible Boom-a-bangs of the Germans, the skirt shedding, barefooted antics of the Britain's, the game Norwegians who lost valiantly singing in their own language, the crafty Swedes who didn't and the The French whose nasal love ballads left everyone with a cold. A jolly camp time was had by all and we all got the last laugh on Terry Wogan by conspiring for Ireland to win so many times it practically bankrupted them.

Last year it was the ASBO's of Europe's turn and with a fine lack of regard for the hallowed traditions of Eurovision they swept all before them with an exuberant display of strategic, tactical, anarchic, wilful and downright incomprehensible voting.

The Old countries of Europe are now the parents of rowdy teenagers. We will still hand out the pocket money but tomorrow belongs to them.....

BREAKING NEWS! MARCH 2008

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EUROPEAN CUP LATEST SCORES

 

Real Madrid 0 Real IRA  2 Asafetida  1  Cilantro  3

Narnia     1  Macadamia 1

With a brimming treasure chest from her recent encounter with crinkly scouse rock legend Sir Paul McCartney, allegedly 'fit blonde' Heather Mills dropped anchor in the sleepy Sussex port of Rye last week and sizzled the powder of local male drinkers by "cutting out" a local barman and Captain Jack Sparrow look-alike in a local tavern. She "was almost legless" one local quipped pithily into his pint, waking the parrot on his shoulder with an envious shrug.

Already home to Captain Pugwash creator John Ryan, Rye with its history of seafaring and smuggling looks "on station" to take advantage of the Piratemania now washing its quaint cobbled streets. The picture postcard town has been in the doldrums since waking up one morning to find the sea had upped anchor and moved two miles away to the distinctly un-picturesque Rye Harbour.

Enterprising local furniture entrepreneur 'Walking the plank' Andy has already embarked on a range of pine wooden legs suitable for would be buccaneers and their Molls - "it's a shot in the arm for the local economy" remarked Andy with a swash buckling swagger.

A short cable length from Andy's cabin is the newly renamed "Sailmakers Arms" where Rye's "lower gun deck" are already running up the town's new colours. To a heavy swell of rattling half-empty beer tankards and rum soaked ribald comments two buxom local wenches grapple with each other on the sand covered deck. To cries of "Avast behind!" 'Stow-away' Rose out-guns 'Canonade' Karen and sets course for the other bar where the clink of ill-gotten doubloons is soon heard.

As Rye's timbers shiver with anticipation and its tea rooms, antique shops and pubs open their gun ports and run out their canons for the coming tourist season, rumours have already started to circulate that a fouth Pirates of the Caribbean Film: "The Mermaid's Curse" has already been set in Rye. If so there should be no shortage of extras available...

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SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY      

 

 

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BROKEN NEWS:

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Sinflation

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SONG PARODIES

GORDON BROWN

Golden Brown - The Stranglers

GOOD RIDDANCE

Good Riddance - Green Day

THE GIRL WITH EMPHYSEMA

The Girl from Ipanema

THE TIMES THEY ARE UNSHAVEN

Times they are a changing - Bob Dylan

THESE CRUELISH THINGS

These foolish things

DON’T TRY AND SELL ME THE WATCHTOWER

All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan

GUANTANAMO

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

I WANT TO PAY TO BE A KNIGHT

All Day and All of the Night - The Kinks

THE FIRST MUTT IS THE CHEAPEST

First cut is the deepest - Cat Stevens

DA DO ENRON

Da do Ron Ron

 

LYRICS

70'S PORNO STARS

AIN'T GOT THE BALLS

ALL THE NICE GIRLS

BACK ROOM TONIGHT

BETWEEN THE LINES

BLOWN IT YET AGAIN

CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY

COME TO ASHFORD

CRAPPY DIESEL TRAIN

FRIENDS REUNITED

GREY IS JUST BLONDE

LESSONS OF MASS CONSTRUCTION

LOCK 'EM UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEATS

MAKING A MEAL OF IT

MASTER CARD LISA

PRETTY GIRL

SEPTICAEMIA

SERVING SUGGESTIONS

TESTOSTERONE TERRY

WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN

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OBLIGATORY BLOG

So here we go again; the twice yearly farce of waking up to find nobody knows what time it is.

We are now officially in British Summer Time (BST) which of course being an hour ahead of Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) coincides with Central European Time (CET) or Western European Summer Time (WET+1) until they decide to move their clocks around too. As everyone is fully aware GMT has been replaced now by UTC which is Coordinated Universal Time or UT for short. Originally UTC was Coordinated Universal National Time which nobody could think of an abbreviations for. Perversely the military call GMT "Zulu time" for reasons that presumably are a question of national security. The Navy would still be lost without "solar time".

GMT was adopted across Britain by the railways in 1847 although in 1858 a court case upheld "local mean time" as the official time. By 1880 GMT or "railway time" was adopted nationwide. This is not to be confused with British Rail Time which meant anything they bloody well wanted it to.

During the darkest days of the Second World War Britain was effectively on "British Double Summer Time" (BDST); The British Double Summer Mean (BDSM) was abandoned as an official name as it sent the "wrong signals" to the Germans.

The clocks were not advanced for the summer of 1945 and were reverted to GMT at the end of the summer of 1946. In 1947 the clocks were advanced by one hour twice during the spring and put back twice during the autumn so that Britain was on BDST during the height of the summer.

Safety campaigners, including the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents (RoSPA), have made recommendations that British Summer Time be maintained during the winter months, and that a "double summertime" be applied to the current British Summer Time period, putting the UK two hours ahead of GMT during summer.

The British Standard Time (BST) scheme was trial led between 1968 and 1971, when Britain remained on GMT+1 all year.

In 2005, Lord Tanlaw introduced the Lighter Evenings (Experiment) Bill into the House of Lords, which would advance winter and summer time by one hour for a three-year trial period at the discretion of "devolved bodies", allowing Scotland and Northern Ireland the option not to take part. The Local Government Association has called for a three-year trial of the Single/Double Summer Time (SDST).

During all this "time" Greenwich has actually moved; the prime meridian is now 5.31" E.

As Shakespeare so aptly put it:

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet."
 

 

 

TIME GENTLEMEN PLEASE!

British Time once more goes into meltdown

RYE ECONOMY GETS

 LEG UP

TERMINAL 5: AIRPLANE 3
With characteristic British cack-handedness the much vaunted Terminal 5 at Heathrow has opened with a damp fizzle. Apparently a "high tech" (brit speak for things we don't really understand held together with sticky tape and bits of string) baggage handling system has gone pear shaped.
BAA are sheepish about the whole fiasco: "I wouldn't call it a complete disaster..." Pedro Cojones, the official sacrificial lamb for BAA protested, (The "British" Airports Authority is now owned by "Johnny Foreigner" as indeed is most of the "British" infratructure).... "Mrs Beryl Scruggins sold out of her home made scones in the Douglas Bader "Last Leg" lounge and apart from a party of Iranian tourists taking a short excursion across the runway we have managed to maintain a light hearted "party" atmosphere" he wittered on.
Heathrow has always been a stopping off point for weary travellers. According to local legend a group of passing knights found themselves stranded en route to the Crusades on the edge of the moorland outside of London. Wary of the light fingered habits of their porters and servants they arranged their armour in a defensive line and spent a fitful night in what eventually became "Heathrow"
Later a small settlement sprang up catering for pilgrims gathering outside London for the then long and arduous journey to Canterbury. Chaucer mentions the "roges and villens" that robbed him of his belongings whilst staying in "Heeth Rowwe"
In an early portfolio of Richard III Shakespeare obliquely blames Heathrow for Richard's defeat:
"a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
twere not for grazing on that forsaken gorse
my kingdom lost through spite and force.
What hope for England now?
my past behind, a throne beneath
all lost on that dammed heath
and this accursed row"
It was only natural therefore that Heathrow should be selected as the main airport for London, Britain and the rest of Europe!

ALL A LOAD OF BALKANS!

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