If memory serves (and if it doesn’t someone will no doubt correct me), Q mag once headlined an article about Led Zeppelin, “The Hoarse Foremen of the Apocalypse”

Preferably in a cinema with good sound. Saw it in the former Olympic Studios which was well worth the premium price.

In this case, the count in is the only thing I find memorable about the song – Okay let´s go
Un, deux, ein, zwei, hickle pickle

This works for me by demonstrating my “taste” in a couple of ways.

That’s a gorgeous place to get married!

Oddly enough, I’m also going to see the Tour de France later this week. After the weekend I’m going on to Bern for a couple of days and stopping off for a night by lake Geneva to see Robert Plant and Alison […]

And there I was thinking that this would be a thread about another McCartney super deluxe edition…

@fentonsteve, you have to stop apologising for self-proclaimed dullness. You are never dull, just interesting and informative.

Just saying.

I once played cricket against a guy called Keith Medlycott (who had been touring with England A the previous winter when he was afflicted by a curious bowling condition known as “the yips” which was so severe that […]

That gag presumably is on a similar theme to HMHB’s lines from Upon Westminster Bridge:

Oh help me Mrs Medlicott
I don’t know what to do
I’ve only got three bullets
And there’s four of Motley Crue

Oops. That should have been Jonathan Ross.

Lol!

Do you want the box back?

That’s very well put, @thecheshirecat and I can confirm that I do agree. Funnily enough, I had another try yesterday at The Slide Area. I want to like it and the playing sounds great but the voice sucks the life […]

“Here’s my body walkin'”

AAAAGGGGHHHH!

Have you left instructions for what should be done if Ric Sanders turns up and tries to join in?

Then he should tell her that it’s none of her business.

“Burn Baby Burn…feel the heat of the naked flame” makes Bunsen Burner a questionable choice for a cremation