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Post by coastal on May 2, 2005 23:03:18 GMT
Don’t encourage him … pleeaasse don’t encourage him.  You don’t understand what you’re doing.  You’re unleashing a monster…  We’ll all die  ...or something. |
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Post by cadd on May 2, 2005 23:30:40 GMT
It's ok mum, I PMd it to the three interested parties and to fellalady. She didn't ask but I sensed she wanted it when I rummaged through a tramps entrails for hidden messages and information.
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Post by Wiggles on May 2, 2005 23:36:51 GMT
Man, that was a great anecdote, it puts me in mind of one of Abe Simpson's stories that go nowhere. I would post it up here, but don't want to incur the wrath of Coastal. [shatner]COASTAAAAAL![/shatner]
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Post by Fullerov on May 2, 2005 23:51:47 GMT
I want the anecdote!
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Post by Monpot on May 3, 2005 0:13:55 GMT
It's a great annecdote, i heartilly recommend it!
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Post by Fellalady on May 3, 2005 10:27:47 GMT
That's just crazy. If anyone else had told me that story I wouldn't have belived it. I really want to go and see The Ex now. Maybe not with anybody going by the name Pestilence, Bringer of Joy though....or maybe I do.  |
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Post by stuartmilgram on May 3, 2005 10:33:01 GMT
went for stooges. Iggy took 600 dollars worth of 1960s speed in a fortnight so we don't have to!
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Post by wishpig on May 3, 2005 20:59:09 GMT
i want the anecdote too...please?
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Post by i_deserve... on May 3, 2005 21:02:28 GMT
ANEEEEEECDOTE!
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Post by Durutti on May 4, 2005 7:06:25 GMT
Really man, what's the point of being on a chat forum if you don't post anecdotes? Spill it.
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Post by Wiggles on May 4, 2005 11:34:51 GMT
I'll spill it for him, I know it's what he really wants. "I went to see The Ex in the winter of 91 I think. It was in Glasgows QMU, the student union of Glasgow University and one of the cities better venues, between the small and the big ones. We'd kind of adopted it as a haunt for a while in 87/88 for the indie disco. We could jump an underground straight to it from the station outside our flat. We were all taking a seriously unhealthy amount of speed at the time. I'd put half a gram up my beak and wrap half a gram up in a skin and swallow it on the underground so that when I started coming down from the first lot I'd be coming up on this. I'd smuggle in cans of Special Brew to bridge the gap between the Furstenbergs and tequilas. Went along to see The Ex in the snow. We all filed in, apart from me. The doorstaff stopped me and informed me I was banned. This was news to me, hadn't been in a while and had never been in any trouble in it. I asked why and they told me they weren't sure but knew I was banned and would find someone who knew why. By this point the place was really filling up and I'm standing outside on my own in the dark and snow. Word got round that were someone outside who was banned and no-one knew why. People were coming down to peek out the glass doors at me. Then The Ex came down and were looking out at me as well, all a bit too surreal. Eventually they realised it was a mixup and I was allowed in. I had 500 dried mushrooms on me. I gubbed about half of them and gave the other half to someone I knew. This was Robert Beckett, known as Bucket, before he changed his name to Pestilence, Bringer Of Joy. Robert lost the plot bigtime due to too much acid and mushrooms but he was losing it anyway without these. He went up to his folks on xmas day and bricked in all the windows during the dinner. He was hanging about with this dodgy older geezer I knew called Alex. Alex was a junkie but a real charmer who left some damaged women in his wake, trying to sell them to arabs in Amsterdam, beating them up, leaving them with kids and a smack habit. He was into tarot and Crowley and got Robert into this. People stopped taking Robert up on his generous offers of food, tea, coffee, when someone walked in on him wanking into the coffee so that he could spread his essence and influence people. I got lost at Stonehenge 88 on the strongest acid I've ever had and the only person I could find was Robert. Cue walk to the stones before sunrise which was like something out of Apocalypse Now. Eventually came to fork in road, Robert went one way and me the other after Robert told me I was Satan. Had the most surreal acid trip I've ever had stumbling my way to the stones stuck with a group of English crusties and Hells Angels who weren't very nice people at all. Anyways, I got my revenge on the QMU staff by giving Robert shrooms. The Ex were stunning, the girl standing up and drumming, the guitarist dragging a practice amp about as a distortion pedal and playing the guitar with an electric razor. Robert then took all his clothes off apart from his trousers, climbed on stage, asked the singer in midsong if it was ok if he took his trousers off. The singer gave him a look and hurriedly made his way to the other side of the stage while Robert got naked on stage. I'm sure I had some normal times as well " |
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Post by Durutti on May 4, 2005 11:41:32 GMT
Masterpiece.
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Post by bamos on May 4, 2005 11:44:35 GMT
If reincarnation exists, please God make me come back as cadd twenty years ago.
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Post by thew arn on May 4, 2005 11:47:10 GMT
Brilliant. Can't Cadd have some type of anecdotal forum of his own, please?
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