Cute girl in Pub: "Erm...do you play any Pink Floyd?" (Coy smile, eyelashes fluttering...you get the drift, right?)
DJ (Part-time) Crowley: "Indeed miss, we do...would you like any particular one? I was just about to play 'Time' in a bit. Want me to play something else?"
Girl: "Um..you know, there's this one song which is about 2 fish colliding in a tank...or is that one by the Scorpions?"
ARGH.....*Facepalm*
Crowley (in cold, Snape-like tone): "I believe it's 'two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl'....I'll consider playing it. Thank you. Have you settled your check, miss?" (Conjures up images of chasing this specimen down Connaught Place corridors with a flamethrower)
Crowley simply H.A.T.E.S. it when this happens!!!
(a) you misquote (and horribly at that) Pink Floyd;
(b) think Scorpions (or some other band) did 'Wish You Were Here'; and
(c) you're a cute woman (ergo, no yelling or excessive cursing....)
There's a place for people like you....it's called Death Row. Please, for the love of God, or whichever entity you believe in, BEGONE.....darken no more the doorway of this pub.....go to QBA, Athena, Pebble Street, Tabula Rasa, Delhi's Devils (barf!).....there's a million places in this city of ours which play "popular music"....if you don't know your rock n roll right, then don't come here....or STFU and quietly get drunk!!
Capisce?!
13 years ago
16 Scallywags have walked the Plank |:
i know you... but i can't figure out how or remember your name. err, yes, this is therefore a useless post, but every now and then, when it's almost 2am, an urge to ramble can be bigger than the need to shut up.
um...possibly from Blues?
The problem begins, when you actually becomes a good blogger. Blogs are addictive, just like Cigarettes, so keep em coming. Keep posting...You are doing it good. Another blog on my favs! -AB
nice. where are you doing your thing? I really want to come hang out now.
heh....come over to Blues (Connaught Place)....post 9/9:30 p.m. though (any day except Friday)
don't flatter yourself. i had never been to blues till this afternoon where i spent many hours before (and then after) the bell rung to specify that the hours were now to be happy.
something about you is familiar. i still can't put my finger on it though.
but it can't be blues.
try again.
sigh....it's good to know you had a good time at Blues...lovely place that...as for where you know me from...i haven't the foggiest idea...it could be Blues, it could be a courtroom in delhi...it could be a concert or a wedding...couldn't really say...no guesses here..i don't feel particularly bright on Friday mornings :P
i don't remember people from weddings, i'm too busy pretending not to be there, too busy trying to not make eye contact with relatives trying to set me up with random boys.
i hope it's a courtroom that i know you from. that would be thrilling. of course, i've never actually been to a (any) courtroom, but that's a minor technicality.
like I said....I haven't a clue..but I do hope you remember...drop an email if you do :)
even if i eventually do remember you, i doubt i'll remember your email address :P give.
tsk tsk...this is called being lazy....look around, child, you'll find these addresses you seek
i dont "seek" it. dont be arrogant.
I don't believe I put up this blog to explain the minutiae of the english language to unknown people....whether you "seek", "ask" or "demand"...it's all the same to me, really...there is a "contact this person" link on the blogger's profile....feel free to use it :)
in other words..fuck off is what that was all about..
@ winds of fate: Precisely, Watson :)
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