tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065300364042643121.post387092017418683779..comments2023-07-26T12:24:52.561+01:00Comments on Living for pleasure alone...: Bank holiday Lucky BagBLTPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564846497205095201noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065300364042643121.post-19672992183467719232007-05-10T13:33:00.000+01:002007-05-10T13:33:00.000+01:00Your dream surely relates back to a seshion in Lee...Your dream surely relates back to a seshion in Leeds, where we wandered into Pizza Express, and crooned against the piano. Poetry and crooning are very similar.I seem to remember they didn't mind this, and only threw us out when we tried to buy a bottle of champagne for a fiver. Capricosa - I wish they sold samosa...<BR/>G.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065300364042643121.post-68432147639002826672007-05-04T10:26:00.000+01:002007-05-04T10:26:00.000+01:00That ice cream vendor, I think he also doubles as ...That ice cream vendor, I think he also doubles as a landscape gardener. He leared at me from his van and said: "Do you want any grass, man?". "No thanks," I replied, "nice bit of crazy paving does me fine." He also lives in past, I reckon. He said: "How about any LSD, man?" I said: "Don't be daft - pounds, shillings and pence went out with decimalisation."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com