Friday, July 11, 2008
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- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
Dinny ken whit we are oan aboot?
Learn the lingo here.
UPDATE: OWER A HUNNERINALEEVIN NEW WORDS!
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Nae regrets.
Ma brerr hud ti leave the campsite oan Settirdiy wi ma nephew - too miny fights.
Too commercialised noo - too miny folk, too miny neds.
T IN THE PARK WIT A LOAD OF SHIT AW THAT MONEY FOR TO ROLL ABOUT IN THE MUD AND GET YER EAR DRUMS FUCKED BY THE SHITTY SOUNDS THEY TRY TO CALL MUSIC .
Sorry like, bit it wis yin i the best t's fur a long time. Nae mud as far is a could see, only the slightest bit o rain. Is usual Jeff Mills nivir turned up, a fortune teller it the shows could huv predicted that yin.
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