Rusty, you’re alone in that, Fish, Marrilion, who cares? If Nirvana got back together with the original lineup it’d be something 😉

Everywhere I go I’m asked by the other Mums, ‘have you got your tickets’, I’d rather eat worms.

You know what you should do, right;

Turn up one day, then when they ask ‘have you got your tickets’, strip off naked, then bite the head off a puppy and hold it aloft above your head, letting the blood flow over your body, whilst reciting ‘Hymn to Pan’ by the popular early 20thC. childrens’ writer Aleister Crowley:

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
(Spheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end.
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

They won’t bother you again.

Ever.

Take That? Uttershite for sheep and the hard of thinking.

My eldest daughter was well impressed when I took her to see New Model Army last year though.

I tried that ^

My lad has been to festivals, gigs – including NMA, Levellers, Justin Sullivan etc etc…

Now he is 9 he likes Jason Derulo, Tiny Tempah, Black Eyed Peas, Tinchy Stryder… 🙁

But then I think – fair play…he’s rebelling!

I needed some black eye peas for a recipe once, but only had a bag of normal peas…so I punched **** out of it.

Din’t really work to be honest. 🙁

ScXC; what logo is that? Can’t work it out. I know I’ve seen it before mind…

The mighty Crass!

Ah yeah, a mate’s got an album with that on it. Knew I’d seen it before somewhere.

Interesting scenario, Elfin. However round ‘ere the response would be ‘call the RSPCA and the Mental Health Team’ but I’m holding on to that image… worms may be a safer bet.

Some worms are actually good for you and can help to alleviate things like allergies and that.

Not tapeworms though.

But maybe, if you had a tapeworm, if the other mums start up about ‘have you got your tickets yet?’ You could pull out yer tapeworm and strangle them with it.

Or threaten to strangle them with it.

But maybe it would be best to actually strangle them with it; put an end to their inane senseless witterings.

Needs must, you know?

@Hairychested, saw Nirvana a few times in the early 90s, and they were at best average although i admit it would be quite something to see a reunion given a certain members current whereabouts 😕

^ I saw Nirvana a couple of times – once at Edwards in Brum, once at Reading. Both absolute tuneless shite. ‘Average at best’ is being very kind

Mudhoney on the other hand…..

Spot on sc-xc, saw them at the Astoria a couple of weeks (1991?) before seeing nirvana at the same venue. No contest. IIRC, hole were supporting mudhoney on that tour.

I think most of ’em have tapeworms already, for weight management and squeekiness. Perhaps I should go the worm route………. May make me swifter on me bike too :lol:, but prob not.

Are they a bit posh? Apparently it’s posh people what get tapeworms more. Dunno why. Maybe it’s cos they eat organic meat or sumfink.

You don’t want a tapeworm. They can grow up to several meters long. Make you feel quite listless and unwell, and always hungry. No, you’re far better off with a nice roundworm or whip-worm or something like that.

Guinea Worm’s what you really, really don’t want…

put an end to their inane senseless witterings.

Quite a dangerous thing to say for the STW inane-witterer-in-chief…

No you’re inane.

Nice one Elfin. This is the thread where nastiness is welcome. But aim it in the direction of Clarence-the-cross-eyed-moneymaker and his boys of shite, if you don’t mind.

remember the lesson of the smiths, or take that, sort of…

No you’re inane.

Irony alert…

oh my wifes obcessed with them, she goes twice every year, and i would’nt other theyre utter crap

its just 4 karaoke singers or 5, that can’t even sing

that fat one and the little gay one have got to be the worst singers on the planet

From theboatman’s (badly constructed) link:

And remember the lesson of Take That
If a pile of pillocks pretend to like it, doesn’t mean it’s crap
And remember the lesson of The Smiths
Just because a bunch of **** like it, doesn’t mean that it’s shit

Oh yes, if you’re dismissing things because they’re in with some other crowd
You will be the one who’s missing out
Don’t wait for a retrospective, come on, get into it now
Or you will be the one who’s missing out

What a load of utterly clueless bollox. Can’t believe they had the guts to actually publish that lyric.