smatt

I really like that magazine, it's just about the only classic car magazine written by and for people who own and drive old cars and repair them themselves, some of their writers even own Tatras and Volgas. The other classic car magazines are for Aston Martin Collecting Oxford boys who don't even know how to open up their car's bonnet.

Thanks!

By the way, I use to listen to Leonard Cohen all the time.

Hey man, I had seen your name around somewhere on here yesterday, but was just too spaced out to realize I should say hello.

H E L L O !

+ we have new icons--

roper aint that bad - they did it up last year. by saying 'did it up', i actually mean painted it a shade of garish yellow. but you cant beat a bit of chesney hawks every now and then! but preston still sucks!

Blimey, looks like I just caught you then!

Hope everything goes well for you then.

My computers been iffy recently so I have hardly managed to get online. Nearly sorted thankfully

The wooden 2600 was the first games console I owned. I have fond memories of it, as did my mate. The added bonus of getting him one is I can play it too. Yars Revenge was a game that stuck in my mind for some reason, Defender is a class game. Missle Command was one of my favourites.

Ta for the link. The museum looks great. Right up my alley. I'll have to visit that one

Hmm, you're lucky, everyone of my co-workers is male and in the main over 40.

Afraid of nuclear weapons? But why, smatt? Nuclear weapons are good for you.
What did you see at the museum? I dig art.
If old Atari games are to be discussed, how about the old Journey:Escape game? Yeah, Journey had a video game...the object of the game was to avoid certain people, like disreputable managers and (an exact quote from the TV advert) "Love -starved groupies". Cuz, you know....Journey wanted to...AVOID groupies...they were married....yeah....

I'm with you in sobriety. Acid reflux makes beer a potential nightmare, in the literal sense (waking up with burning throat pains).
I just got IM, Wish I'd had a chance to write to ya, but oh well. Maybe the email, if I have somethign clever to say.
Don't knock the Polish. Kikka is Polish and she's the frugggin coolest!

Oh hi...I hate to post twice in a row but....yr not updating! Yeah "half-truths" are well names because, like fractions, when you multiply them the truth actually lessens...

I'm jealous-- I can't put umlauts in my posts. Damn.

Darling, you will never be able to completely convey yourself the way you are anywhere. No one wants to know the true depths of a Scorpio. Chances are it'd be too much for them Can't tell I'm a Scorp, can you? hehe

At any rate. So far, from all of my research losing weight has a lot to do with what types of foods we're puting in our body. Now, I don't really want to advertise for these people until this shit works but I got the 6 week body makeover. I'm not sticking to it like I should but I'm still losing weight. What I AM ding is eating smaller, more frequent meals and healthy, balanced ones. If you e-mail me I could give you some decent recipes for good food that won't make you gain. I've lost 8lbs in like 2 weeks... and that's with a lot of diet cheating.. but I am getting used to having no sugar or salt. Do I sound like a commercial? heh. Oh, and do aerobic walking. Its not only easier on your body but its more conducive to losing weight (by where it puts your heart rate).

Take care and thanks for posting in my journal

You get two more, you know...languages, I mean.

When I was underaged I used to carry around my brothers driving liscense to style it in the pubs. A scrawney 16 year who looked about 12 passing as a 22 year old! Fuck, I'm suprised it worked, but it did Them were the days, back when I was a lad and a pint was a quid and I used to get pissed on it. I wish I could spend a quid and get pissed nowadays. Yesterday was the first time I'd been asked for I.d in about 4 years or so.
Visionaries. Some people leave a stamp on the world. All prophets of one sort or another. Bloody weird if you think about it.

shiiiit maaate you sound like lister with all that curry you is eating!

I don' thave AIM, but my SG email is on my profile. Would dig not losing track...I know how exams are, bro. They suck pig hind.

good luck Mr! passed your shop today and glanced in but didn't see you. figured you wouldn't be working today anyway.......i'm not stalking...honest!

See, if you had the stereo and retractable antenna your car's worth would double! I say trade your car for a skateboard with a tapedeck and antenna.
If I'd bought the combo tape/CD player it would've been $200 more, but I have a portable CD and said fuggit.
Today I was doing taxes and reading Tintin Breaking Free. Did you ever see this book? It's a radical leftist Tintin knock-off in which Tintin and Capt Haddock are angry contruction workers who tell people to "sod off", stage wildcat strikes, and get into bar fights. The artist has Haddock down, but is very sloppy with Tintin, and I don't see Snowy anywhere. Oh, and the fed govt owes me $1000; Virginia owes me $100.

Trade you:

Your car

for my Top Trump areoplane cards

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

I do like Blake's poems but I prefer Yeats Mind, that may be from my historical interests!

But whose "Jerusalem" do you prefer-- The Fall's or Emerson Lake and Palmer's? Or Eric Idle's?

I'm sorta glad not to be dating. I like my SG friends, and I hate the whole uncomfortable-introduction/ getting-acquainted/ first-date thing....eehhhggg, just THINKING about it...it's like job interviewing!

oh and ps. they're tourning in may

haha, i'm in fallowfield