Dame Viv Westwood is getting some press in Germany for a video she made. You could almost feel sorry for someone whose own PR people sum up your life’s achievements as being “a fashion icon”, “founder” of “the punk”, and wife of “the inventor” of the Sex Pistols.
See also Peter Blake, “designer” of the Sgt. Pepper album.
Your life in one sentence
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Hot Sex Druid. Inventor of The Tibetan Anus Tenor Sax.
Blimey is that you RobC?
Hello Sri Beanyji. It is indeed me.
I can do my life in one word: “Who?”
Birth, school, work, de…
A clockwork ghost.
I like that!
Confusion will be my epitaph.
Or
Right place at the right time (lucky bugger).
Egg Botherer
Leg warmer.
Errol Flynn.
Born young, got old, full stop.
Born old, still a child.
Dalai Lama.
Time off for good behaviour.
O. J. Simpson.
Lippy little bugger
Sarah Silverman.
Underachiever.
Which one? John?
😀
I am, however, quite good at spelling.
Stan Ogden.
Full time dreamer.
You were made for me
Just got that @slug…well played. 11/10.
I’ll borrow an old one here, if I may.
My life in 4 words.
“Not very good with numbers.”
Larry Kudlow.
The woodwork squeaked and out came the freak.
Or
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Multiple burglaries reported. Be on the lookout.
Lodestone of wrongness.
You rang?
See, you missed a major opportunity – a gift, even – by not posting “Gary.”
😂
I sent him a telegram. He replied attaching some rather rude but admittedly arousing photographs
Rude? You asked for a photo of my dog with a banana, but I don’t have a dog.
Sometimes wrong, sometimes right, always certain.
Wrong here, then.
Nomad
Definitely mad.
The March Hare.
Fully-skilled lounger-about.
Liam Gallagher.
The Gobshite’s Gobshite.
😂
I like Mark Lanegan’s range of descriptions for the face (and mouth) of drunk Manchester: “I could see him as a kid in short pants, on a bright sunny day, gleefully jacking his minuscule dick while frying ants under a magnifying glass.He’d probably been a low-life cocksucker his entire life. Maybe he’d been a bedwetter, shit his pants at school and never gotten over it.”
@retropath2
That’s just nit picking.
Arf!
Irritating and irritated but mostly harmless.
Zsa Zsa Gábor.
Sometimes musical but mainly dull
They tend to make the best musicians.
Surely “Buy a Fiio?” @fentonsteve?
“Not the American singer songwriter, former lead singer of Kool and the Gang, former cricketer or leader of a Jazz Quartet”
I was disappointed to learn that. Could you not have just kept up the pretence? Or did you for a while but the stress of leading a double life became too much to bear?
It’s the stress of being told “You’ve got a friend” constantly.
To be fair, it could have been worse, a good friend of mine is called James Bond.
In my defence, I was left unsupervised.
We might have an opening for you.
‘Wind’ out of Earth, Wind and Fire.
Originally to be called the Four Elements. Sadly urinary problems meant ‘Sis’ Titus had to drop out – they couldn’t ‘pass’ water.
I thought this was going to be a poem. Great first line before the comma.
Dull bloke who’s good at Excel
Anyone else nursing a semi?
Just me then.
He does enough and no more to achieve what he wants
Postman Pat.
Hairy tall fella meandering through life.
Frequently found at ‘The Sasquatch Arms’ and sometimes in them.
Easily amused, frequently appalled.
So same thing then.
Never saw the point of trying harder than he needed to.
An early bloomer.
Left only footprints.
Was bereft of hands. RIP.
Mother, lover, sister, daughter, teacher, friend, gobshite.
Man. Woman. Person.Camera. TV.
Ha!
so very tired
Excessive nightlife.
Innocent but damned.
I’ll get back to you.
Still winging it.
Bit of a Spiv.
Got away with it so far, give or take.
Is Ronnie Biggs.
Fanny magnet with reversed polarity..
Either Tesla or Edison.
“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.“
Personalised slogan T-shirts will be available at the merch stall on your way out.
Never Knowingly Over-Gravitased.
Queen Elizabeth. Mark 2.0
Short attention spa
Massage me distracted.
Pilates of Penance
Superficial Shiatsu
Hot Yoga.
Cautiously reversing into tomorrow.
Wasn’t that one of Stiff Records’ slogans?
Never knowingly overwhelmed anyone.
Beezer!
*swishes cape* The very same!
Late.