Boo!
Knock Once For Yes. Knock Twice For No.
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Musings on the byways of popular culture
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Boo!
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You startled me, P!
Knock.
Trying to attract knockers, old bean?
Never had any problems in that department me dear.
So not just pencils then ?
*In Les Dawson Voice* “Knickers, knackers, knockers”
https://youtu.be/Ai7C7QFhc80
You’re welcome
Knock!
How are you diddling? You’re in touch with the zeitgeist. Heard anything good lately? How about posting your top ten of the decade so far?
You’ve probably heard it already Tigg but Nao’s first album For All We Know would probably float your particular raft.
Best albums of the decade? Do you mean the past six years? I’ll give it thunk.
Oh and Wake Up You! Two discs issued separately with excellent booklets of early 70s Nigerian rock.
Are champion.
Oh yes. Nao is wonderful. I like her best when she’s funky. But what a sound! Talk about bringing funk into the 21st Century! Larvely.
Make it three
*Waves at Pencil from the other side of the Blog*
*Yoo hoo*
I like the tag.
You do know there is no-one here but us chickens? Everyone’s on holiday.
Just popped in to say hello. I’ll be gone again before midnight.
Don’t forget your top ten of the decade so far! @pencilsqueezer
You haven’t explained what you mean by “decade”. Since 2010?
Since 1st Jan 2010. See Bingo’s thread.
Ah, Mr Squeezer. We’ve been expecting you
(haven’t we?)
Sorely lacking in the Olympic boxing tournament.
Righty-ho. Back to the outer darkness I go.
Toodle pip.
Can’t you hear me knocking
I hear you knocking
2 pretty damn good entries
Have we had Knock Around the Clock yet?
How about the song inspired after seeing Dolly Parton picked out from a police line-up?
Yes, it’s John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers with Knockers Step Forward from the Bare Wires sessions, featuring some lovely guitar from Mick Taylor.
Ah, Mr Squeezer – been a while, how you diddlin’?
God, I hate it how you struggle out of the bath, search for a towel, can’t find yer specs and trail water all down the stairs, only to find the distant memory of the retreating caller. At least in Chester they leave CDs when they do that…………
Tags : ectoplasm
First encountered that word as a callow youth reading Burrough’s Naked Lunch eeewww