I'm sorry, BUT if people are going to keep posting this kind of stuff (JOKES) I'm going to be unsubscribing here soon. I've been on here about 5 years, but lately it's just too much... to read all these off topic emails all the time. No disrespect meant to Tom (I like his music) or Alex etc. But people who may have more time on their hands at work might be forgetting that some of us have limited time to read things and this chatter really takes up quite a bit of space.
By the way, staying more on topic, I was at Gramophone Records (Chicago) last night and was surprised to see all the Basic Channel/Maurizio stuff repressed at domestic US prices. If this is a US re-release who is behind this, and where are these records being made? Maybe this was mentioned and I missed it. ~David ---------- Original Message ------------- Subject: Re: (313) things Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2004 20:14:05 +0000 From: Tom Churchill <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Alex Bond <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, 313 <[email protected]> > anyone got any good jokes? Shamelessly copied from another list: noddy holder goes into a boutique in central brum to buy an outfit for the 1974 totp xmas special. 'owright, nod!' shouts the assistant, 'what can we dow for yow today?' nod replies, 'oid like to buy some roight special gear off yow, its gotta be woild woild woild cos its chriiiiiiiiiiiistmas!' the assistant goes into the back, and brings nod a pair of ultra-woild loon pants. nod tries on the loon pants and yelps 'these are fookin fantastic! oill 'ave 'em, luv!' she brings him a sexy tightfitting puce satin shirt with collars that reach as far as dudley. nod nearly wets himself in front of the mirror. 'oi tell yow wot, mate, this shirt is fookin fantastic!' the girl brings out a foot tall mirrored top hat. nod nearly jizzes in his pants. she furnishes him with her finest 11-inch tall red snakeskin platform boots. nod looks the bollocks. finally, an hour later, nod is togged up. he's ready to go, but the assistant looks him over and isnt quite happy. 'noddy', she says, 'do you know, i reckon what yow need is a kipper tie.' nod replies: 'aw, cheers, luv! milk two sugars please!'
