Rose Rage
Picture the scene, if you will, gentle b3tards. A group of friends, down the pub, enjoying a pint of ale and unwinding at the end of a long week at work. It’s a nice pub, the sort with friendly clientele, good beers, not too up its own arse, not too scummy. There’s even a jukebox so you can select the music to accompany your drink.

A song is selected, it’s popular. People around the pub smile in recognition, tap a foot, maybe sway along to the music. Then without warning the mood changes, darkens into something sinister. Suddenly a tall, blonde bespectacled Northerner arises from her seat enraged…

That will be me then. I’ve paid to hear the whole of “I am the Resurrection” by the Stone Roses, I don’t need a fucking jukebox to cut off the instrumental bit at the end that frankly is the sublime payoff for having to sit through Ian Brown’s strangulated wailing. If I wanted to hear half a song, I’d have stuffed beer mats in my ears half way through.

I’m not allowed out much any more…
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Mon 5 May 2008, 19:49, 1 reply)

misunderstood
when I saw the title, I too thought, yup, I hate those twunts who try and sell roses in pubs...

"buy one for your girlfriend mate?"

if I had a girlfriend I wouldn't be in the pub drinking cider on my own at 3 in the afternoon would I???

ahem I digress.


But stone roses, yeah, its just you.
:-)

PS please add "people who add smilies to their emails/texts/instant messages/forum posts" to my list of pet peeves
(cornishbob is going to hell on, Tue 6 May 2008, 17:16, closed)