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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. 20:19 - Jan 19 with 9811 viewsDiscodroids

My mate tapped me up this afternoon about his 50th birthday this year. He wants to recreate our prime years, such as they were, by going to see a rare appearance from an old hero of ours, Sasha, doing a 9 hour progressive house set at fabric in june.

I Do so hope he appreciates my candor but pathetically , i couldn't circumnavigate the 9 hours without the doors of perception being flung open and the 5 known senses awoken from their benign slumber by taking some f ucking decent class A tackle.

Having been on the wagon for 7 years and undergone regeneration to some degree, All my illnesses, ailments, afflictions and aggressive growths that permeate my middle aged Carcass are in perfect equilibrium and thus negating each other in stalemate keeping me alive.

Yet just one more line of sawtooth peaked cut petrol washed chang slung up me hooter or another micky mills of comparative remedial quality taken in Synchronicity with a Sasha set , would end up with me in a bamboo casket and My mrs taking a string of lovers of many faiths, creeds and colours in the matrimonial bed and no doubt taking her to previously untold sexual sensorial heights while i'm still warm in the f ucking ground being nibbled at by wild rodents full of typhus.


Progressive House, Gear and Getting old.. What a bastard.



[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 20:24]

"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:25 - Jan 19 with 8287 viewsNoDiddley

Did they contact you when they made 'The Wolf of Wolf Street'?
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:30 - Jan 19 with 8272 viewsFredManRave

Invite him down to Leigh-On-Sea for a few sherberts and packets of Nobbys Nuts and reminisce about the old days before going home at 9pm and being tucked up in your warm blanketed bed by 9:30pm.

As ODH would say, "It isn't what it was".

I've got the Power.
Poll: MOM from todays Teasing at Teesside?

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:30 - Jan 19 with 8271 viewspaulparker

Temptation is a b1tch DD , we all think we can do it , that one night only where we come out of retirement and give it a good old go still thinking we are 19 again ,
But I say go for it , it beats sitting in the boozer talking to the same old heads talking about the same old stories

And Bowles is onside, Swinburne has come rushing out of his goal , what can Bowles do here , onto the left foot no, on to the right foot That’s there that’s two, and that’s Bowles Brian Moore

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:36 - Jan 19 with 8253 viewsDiscodroids

Terrible getting old.. I'm happier getting on all the major food groups.. all the fruits of the fackin garden. Oven Chips( crinkle cut), Vimto , some uncut pharmaceutical bombay mix and Richard fackin' clayderman on the tape deck.

Im under the cosh to go but i just cant face it. I ventured that we get tickets instead for Paint-it-by-numbers Funkateers and sanitised Soul Boys Level 42 For the southend Cliffs Pavillion.

The Crowd will be magnificent. All Fat f ucks with double diamond halitosis and encroaching tumors nibbling at their f ucked internal organs. All the essex f uckers in their best tony tucker and pate tate clobber, huge on ShakAttak, The Average White Band, D Train and Robbie Vincent.

seated tickets of course..

"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:00 - Jan 19 with 8194 viewsted_hendrix

I was on one of Mel's coaches at about 3.00am heading South on the M6 or M40 after yet another defeat, for about 10 minutes the aroma of said coach tripped me into thinking I was Prince Edward.

The wind does cry Mary, it really does.

Do it.

My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:26 - Jan 19 with 8153 viewsDiscodroids

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:25 - Jan 19 by NoDiddley

Did they contact you when they made 'The Wolf of Wolf Street'?


Its an old and long post from my time in the chalk stripe dojo of the bermuda triangle of ec3 but there you go..

My Life As a non marine reinsurance broker 1989 - 2006 ;

LLOYDS OF LONDON ‘MY WORD IS MY BOND’. A PAGE IN THE DIARY.

6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine and continental lager .

6.10am: Get up.

6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/ power w ank while thinking of the slaggy Basildon Receptionists Feet , toe rings and Ankle Chain and the way she chews her gum like a f ucking Horse thus processing remaining toxins down the plug hole. Catharsis Most Foul. Self worth at all time low.

6.45am: violent argument with wife.

7 am: No time for breakfast , off to work!.

7.45 am: Work. Print off black and white images from the internet of consenting adults engaging in sexual intercourse. Including c um shots. Toilet. W ank. Klix Machine latte.

8am : Work!..push papers around, stare at screen , tap pen on teeth, toilet, w ank. The residual effects of the hydrochloric salts from the coca plant are a sweet bitch.

1oam : pretend to read the publication ‘lloyds list’ while thinking of ways to steal the receptionists ‘Remains of the day’ high heel shoes in order to inhale the sexual pheromones and thus reach sexual nirvana and gratification asap in the office sh ithouse..


11am : ‘strategy meeting’ with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’.. in reality alcoholics all shaking like the drunken bakers in ‘viz’. Item one, agenda one , priority one ..liaise to meet in drakes wine bar or the english club 11.45am.

11.40am: pick up folders and with the determined look of east german sprinter marlies goher, stride purposefully to the ‘market’ with Duran Durans ‘hungry like the wolf’ ringing in your head eager for new business.

11.42am: simply decide against the exciting new buSIness venture of going to see some Underwriter c unt in his ‘box’ to talk stop loss triangulations, so head straight for ‘drakes’ in leadenhall market.

11.45am. meet with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’ to discuss covering each others arses if it all gets on top.

12.15pm: thoughts turn to the kibble ( Cocaine) and where we take our custom today. Will it be ‘wraps’, ‘bar bed’ , the counting house, the elephant or the wine lodge.

1pm: time to take the show on the road!.. press buzzer to gain entry into leman streets 'bar bed’s gentlemans club' upstairs behind reinforced fire door.


1.01pm: time to mingle!!. associate with ‘colourful’ collection of junkies, theives, bullies, c unts,pimps, 70’S Gangsters, Eastender actors, whores, sex fiends and reinsurance brokers.


4.30pm: leave establishment ripped to the tits and £2OO Lighter, but in possession of the life giving elixir that is the kibble. scurry off to lloyds of london for an appointment with inanimate object ‘the lutine bell’


4.45pm: Chew the s hit with bob the pristine yeoman at the entrance of lloyds, absouletly deranged and c unted , like im his long lost brother(while making a mental note to ignore him the next day, if i survive the next 24 hours).


5pm: leave bob crying/scared and go to meet underwriter for my 2.30pm appointment.


5.o2pm: w ank in bogs, really unloading a pootle of gear in a prolonged orgasm due to being on the kibble all afternoon.


5.11pm…. miss my 2.30pm appointment and express my apologies.

5:15pm ..’lunch ‘ more kibble and more pints in the hop and grapes leadenhall market. discuss exciting new opportunities within an organic growing market with other ‘specialists’.

5.45pm..return to office. pack up leave. Prise open the petty cash box for £150 and point the finger at the office cleaners…after all ‘my word is my bond’.


5.55pm..in to the wine lodge , more cocaine, more pints, more discussion on pornography, Normally the esoteric sphere of ben dover VHS Gonzo porn and canning town single mothers taking it up the kippax from 9" Meatus.

7pm..asked to leave by pub management, inventory reveals dangerously low stock levels of kibble ie 1/2 a gram.

8pm..leave the counting house restocked.! Another £120 up the f ucking Bugle.

8.15..in the cheshire cheese pub, reminiscing with other ‘specialists’ about our brave former comrades at lloyds of london that have fallen by the wayside and now live above a pet shop in a bedsit in eltham, either estranged from their wife and children or dead.


8.15pm to 9pm : have a f ucking good laugh about the above ‘fallen’. c unts.

9.01pm: scurry over to Bulls head passage Leadenhall market , knock out the theme tune to ‘Some mothers do have ’em’ on the security door. Spun round on the captains wheel then my upper case glutes being worked over good and proper by a congolese brass on an exercise ball . Snort a road marker of a line and like steve Ovett on seb Coes shoulder 200 meters out, time my orgasam just as im impaled on a phallic rocking chair while my Boss , The Deputy CEO of a bespoke Reinsurance world leader, screams ‘Yes I approve!’ from an iron maiden.

10.15pm: time for home!!!. ring estranged ex colleagues wife on train home , wired to fu ck and with propositions of a sexual nature, realise you have in fact rung your sister, but continue anyway.

11pm just in time to get a top of cocaine from colourful characters in the essex arms Brentwood public house, or to ring the travelling community to pop a gram round.

12.25: home time!, throw dinner in bin have another violent argument with wife, spend a night of fitful sleep on the sofa in my suit in waiting to do it all again.
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 21:30]

"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:54 - Jan 19 with 8097 viewsLblock

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:26 - Jan 19 by Discodroids

Its an old and long post from my time in the chalk stripe dojo of the bermuda triangle of ec3 but there you go..

My Life As a non marine reinsurance broker 1989 - 2006 ;

LLOYDS OF LONDON ‘MY WORD IS MY BOND’. A PAGE IN THE DIARY.

6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine and continental lager .

6.10am: Get up.

6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/ power w ank while thinking of the slaggy Basildon Receptionists Feet , toe rings and Ankle Chain and the way she chews her gum like a f ucking Horse thus processing remaining toxins down the plug hole. Catharsis Most Foul. Self worth at all time low.

6.45am: violent argument with wife.

7 am: No time for breakfast , off to work!.

7.45 am: Work. Print off black and white images from the internet of consenting adults engaging in sexual intercourse. Including c um shots. Toilet. W ank. Klix Machine latte.

8am : Work!..push papers around, stare at screen , tap pen on teeth, toilet, w ank. The residual effects of the hydrochloric salts from the coca plant are a sweet bitch.

1oam : pretend to read the publication ‘lloyds list’ while thinking of ways to steal the receptionists ‘Remains of the day’ high heel shoes in order to inhale the sexual pheromones and thus reach sexual nirvana and gratification asap in the office sh ithouse..


11am : ‘strategy meeting’ with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’.. in reality alcoholics all shaking like the drunken bakers in ‘viz’. Item one, agenda one , priority one ..liaise to meet in drakes wine bar or the english club 11.45am.

11.40am: pick up folders and with the determined look of east german sprinter marlies goher, stride purposefully to the ‘market’ with Duran Durans ‘hungry like the wolf’ ringing in your head eager for new business.

11.42am: simply decide against the exciting new buSIness venture of going to see some Underwriter c unt in his ‘box’ to talk stop loss triangulations, so head straight for ‘drakes’ in leadenhall market.

11.45am. meet with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’ to discuss covering each others arses if it all gets on top.

12.15pm: thoughts turn to the kibble ( Cocaine) and where we take our custom today. Will it be ‘wraps’, ‘bar bed’ , the counting house, the elephant or the wine lodge.

1pm: time to take the show on the road!.. press buzzer to gain entry into leman streets 'bar bed’s gentlemans club' upstairs behind reinforced fire door.


1.01pm: time to mingle!!. associate with ‘colourful’ collection of junkies, theives, bullies, c unts,pimps, 70’S Gangsters, Eastender actors, whores, sex fiends and reinsurance brokers.


4.30pm: leave establishment ripped to the tits and £2OO Lighter, but in possession of the life giving elixir that is the kibble. scurry off to lloyds of london for an appointment with inanimate object ‘the lutine bell’


4.45pm: Chew the s hit with bob the pristine yeoman at the entrance of lloyds, absouletly deranged and c unted , like im his long lost brother(while making a mental note to ignore him the next day, if i survive the next 24 hours).


5pm: leave bob crying/scared and go to meet underwriter for my 2.30pm appointment.


5.o2pm: w ank in bogs, really unloading a pootle of gear in a prolonged orgasm due to being on the kibble all afternoon.


5.11pm…. miss my 2.30pm appointment and express my apologies.

5:15pm ..’lunch ‘ more kibble and more pints in the hop and grapes leadenhall market. discuss exciting new opportunities within an organic growing market with other ‘specialists’.

5.45pm..return to office. pack up leave. Prise open the petty cash box for £150 and point the finger at the office cleaners…after all ‘my word is my bond’.


5.55pm..in to the wine lodge , more cocaine, more pints, more discussion on pornography, Normally the esoteric sphere of ben dover VHS Gonzo porn and canning town single mothers taking it up the kippax from 9" Meatus.

7pm..asked to leave by pub management, inventory reveals dangerously low stock levels of kibble ie 1/2 a gram.

8pm..leave the counting house restocked.! Another £120 up the f ucking Bugle.

8.15..in the cheshire cheese pub, reminiscing with other ‘specialists’ about our brave former comrades at lloyds of london that have fallen by the wayside and now live above a pet shop in a bedsit in eltham, either estranged from their wife and children or dead.


8.15pm to 9pm : have a f ucking good laugh about the above ‘fallen’. c unts.

9.01pm: scurry over to Bulls head passage Leadenhall market , knock out the theme tune to ‘Some mothers do have ’em’ on the security door. Spun round on the captains wheel then my upper case glutes being worked over good and proper by a congolese brass on an exercise ball . Snort a road marker of a line and like steve Ovett on seb Coes shoulder 200 meters out, time my orgasam just as im impaled on a phallic rocking chair while my Boss , The Deputy CEO of a bespoke Reinsurance world leader, screams ‘Yes I approve!’ from an iron maiden.

10.15pm: time for home!!!. ring estranged ex colleagues wife on train home , wired to fu ck and with propositions of a sexual nature, realise you have in fact rung your sister, but continue anyway.

11pm just in time to get a top of cocaine from colourful characters in the essex arms Brentwood public house, or to ring the travelling community to pop a gram round.

12.25: home time!, throw dinner in bin have another violent argument with wife, spend a night of fitful sleep on the sofa in my suit in waiting to do it all again.
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 21:30]


I still have no idea why you resigned.........

Cherish and enjoy life.... this ain't no dress rehearsal

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:55 - Jan 19 with 8094 viewsLblock

In respect of the Fabric condundarum my view is this.

If you feel you wont resist temptation and it'll put you down a slippery slope then DON'T go.
If you feel you'll enjoy and resist then fill your boots Sir

Cherish and enjoy life.... this ain't no dress rehearsal

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:00 - Jan 19 with 8087 viewsDiscodroids

Not so much that L block mate.. Tha'ts all behind me.. But its the fear of looking like michael douglas in basic instinct in that club scene with his v neck jumper on.


"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:06 - Jan 19 with 8078 viewsDiscodroids


"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:22 - Jan 19 with 8051 viewsBoston

...’ere Droid, if I give you my number could you pass it on to yer missus in the event of your demise...oh yeah and my sympathies on your passing and all that
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 22:24]

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:22 - Jan 19 with 8051 viewsPlanetHonneywood

I was going to suggest viagra. But with Pele currently in a hospital shagged out and suffering exhaustion, maybe a degree of caution is advised.

However, as it’s a landmark birthday, there should be some throwing of caution to the wind, so have you thought of maybe a nice cup of Fortnum & Mason’s rose pouching tea and f..k it, why not, a slice of their Dundee cake?

Thank me later.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:26 - Jan 19 with 8038 viewsDiscodroids

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:22 - Jan 19 by Boston

...’ere Droid, if I give you my number could you pass it on to yer missus in the event of your demise...oh yeah and my sympathies on your passing and all that
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 22:24]



"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:30 - Jan 19 with 8024 viewsLblock

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:00 - Jan 19 by Discodroids

Not so much that L block mate.. Tha'ts all behind me.. But its the fear of looking like michael douglas in basic instinct in that club scene with his v neck jumper on.



In that case... F'uck it and go mate

Did we not spend from late '88 to the late '90's not giving a toss what anyone thought we looked like? Can you dig it?


Cherish and enjoy life.... this ain't no dress rehearsal

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:41 - Jan 19 with 7994 viewsDiscodroids

Cheers Mate..

When the time comes for this poor old man, All i ask for is a decent burial to the beloveds 'sun Rising' and my Harmonica,( which when played always sounds like the theme tune to the old grey whistle test), in my top pocket that my old man East Ham Dave, nicked off dave dee, dozy, beaky, mick and titch while out of his nut on purple hearts at the east ham granada 1965. ;-)


hope to see you, punter and pp in the adelaide this season.


"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 23:33 - Jan 19 with 7938 viewsTheBlob

You'll regret it if you don't nephew.
Bring us back some urinal cake and the unwanted cheese footballs.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 00:35 - Jan 20 with 7880 viewsqueensparker

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:26 - Jan 19 by Discodroids

Its an old and long post from my time in the chalk stripe dojo of the bermuda triangle of ec3 but there you go..

My Life As a non marine reinsurance broker 1989 - 2006 ;

LLOYDS OF LONDON ‘MY WORD IS MY BOND’. A PAGE IN THE DIARY.

6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine and continental lager .

6.10am: Get up.

6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/ power w ank while thinking of the slaggy Basildon Receptionists Feet , toe rings and Ankle Chain and the way she chews her gum like a f ucking Horse thus processing remaining toxins down the plug hole. Catharsis Most Foul. Self worth at all time low.

6.45am: violent argument with wife.

7 am: No time for breakfast , off to work!.

7.45 am: Work. Print off black and white images from the internet of consenting adults engaging in sexual intercourse. Including c um shots. Toilet. W ank. Klix Machine latte.

8am : Work!..push papers around, stare at screen , tap pen on teeth, toilet, w ank. The residual effects of the hydrochloric salts from the coca plant are a sweet bitch.

1oam : pretend to read the publication ‘lloyds list’ while thinking of ways to steal the receptionists ‘Remains of the day’ high heel shoes in order to inhale the sexual pheromones and thus reach sexual nirvana and gratification asap in the office sh ithouse..


11am : ‘strategy meeting’ with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’.. in reality alcoholics all shaking like the drunken bakers in ‘viz’. Item one, agenda one , priority one ..liaise to meet in drakes wine bar or the english club 11.45am.

11.40am: pick up folders and with the determined look of east german sprinter marlies goher, stride purposefully to the ‘market’ with Duran Durans ‘hungry like the wolf’ ringing in your head eager for new business.

11.42am: simply decide against the exciting new buSIness venture of going to see some Underwriter c unt in his ‘box’ to talk stop loss triangulations, so head straight for ‘drakes’ in leadenhall market.

11.45am. meet with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’ to discuss covering each others arses if it all gets on top.

12.15pm: thoughts turn to the kibble ( Cocaine) and where we take our custom today. Will it be ‘wraps’, ‘bar bed’ , the counting house, the elephant or the wine lodge.

1pm: time to take the show on the road!.. press buzzer to gain entry into leman streets 'bar bed’s gentlemans club' upstairs behind reinforced fire door.


1.01pm: time to mingle!!. associate with ‘colourful’ collection of junkies, theives, bullies, c unts,pimps, 70’S Gangsters, Eastender actors, whores, sex fiends and reinsurance brokers.


4.30pm: leave establishment ripped to the tits and £2OO Lighter, but in possession of the life giving elixir that is the kibble. scurry off to lloyds of london for an appointment with inanimate object ‘the lutine bell’


4.45pm: Chew the s hit with bob the pristine yeoman at the entrance of lloyds, absouletly deranged and c unted , like im his long lost brother(while making a mental note to ignore him the next day, if i survive the next 24 hours).


5pm: leave bob crying/scared and go to meet underwriter for my 2.30pm appointment.


5.o2pm: w ank in bogs, really unloading a pootle of gear in a prolonged orgasm due to being on the kibble all afternoon.


5.11pm…. miss my 2.30pm appointment and express my apologies.

5:15pm ..’lunch ‘ more kibble and more pints in the hop and grapes leadenhall market. discuss exciting new opportunities within an organic growing market with other ‘specialists’.

5.45pm..return to office. pack up leave. Prise open the petty cash box for £150 and point the finger at the office cleaners…after all ‘my word is my bond’.


5.55pm..in to the wine lodge , more cocaine, more pints, more discussion on pornography, Normally the esoteric sphere of ben dover VHS Gonzo porn and canning town single mothers taking it up the kippax from 9" Meatus.

7pm..asked to leave by pub management, inventory reveals dangerously low stock levels of kibble ie 1/2 a gram.

8pm..leave the counting house restocked.! Another £120 up the f ucking Bugle.

8.15..in the cheshire cheese pub, reminiscing with other ‘specialists’ about our brave former comrades at lloyds of london that have fallen by the wayside and now live above a pet shop in a bedsit in eltham, either estranged from their wife and children or dead.


8.15pm to 9pm : have a f ucking good laugh about the above ‘fallen’. c unts.

9.01pm: scurry over to Bulls head passage Leadenhall market , knock out the theme tune to ‘Some mothers do have ’em’ on the security door. Spun round on the captains wheel then my upper case glutes being worked over good and proper by a congolese brass on an exercise ball . Snort a road marker of a line and like steve Ovett on seb Coes shoulder 200 meters out, time my orgasam just as im impaled on a phallic rocking chair while my Boss , The Deputy CEO of a bespoke Reinsurance world leader, screams ‘Yes I approve!’ from an iron maiden.

10.15pm: time for home!!!. ring estranged ex colleagues wife on train home , wired to fu ck and with propositions of a sexual nature, realise you have in fact rung your sister, but continue anyway.

11pm just in time to get a top of cocaine from colourful characters in the essex arms Brentwood public house, or to ring the travelling community to pop a gram round.

12.25: home time!, throw dinner in bin have another violent argument with wife, spend a night of fitful sleep on the sofa in my suit in waiting to do it all again.
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 21:30]


Lovely bit of writing this Disco. Bravo
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 07:01 - Jan 20 with 7741 viewsloftboy

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 20:30 - Jan 19 by paulparker

Temptation is a b1tch DD , we all think we can do it , that one night only where we come out of retirement and give it a good old go still thinking we are 19 again ,
But I say go for it , it beats sitting in the boozer talking to the same old heads talking about the same old stories


First time I did it when my marriage broke up I ended up throwing up on wokingham train station and falling asleep on the train to Waterloo!!

favourite cheese mature Cheddar. FFS there is no such thing as the EPL
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 08:04 - Jan 20 with 7683 viewspeejaybee

Take a couple of Asprin with a large G&T.

If at first you dont succeed, pack up and f**k off home.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 09:31 - Jan 20 with 7522 viewsPunteR

I would hazard a guess Disco that you wont be the only one there in a v neck jumper and a pair of comfortable shoes.
Am i right in thinking the main hurdle is tackling the 9 hour session without ending in A&E.?
How about getting there at the start where Sasha will probably kick things off with a few classics, spend a couple of hours boogieing on the disco juice(lager)than when Sasha starts playing all his noodling stuff , find a comfortable chair with a whisky or somthing and have a snooze if the mood takes you.. Than when Sasha starts playing the bangers it will naturally wake you from your slumber and you will av it large.
Or just put on a clean pair of pants and cane the gear from the start ..
I think you should go. Its SASHA!!


Occasional providers of half decent House music.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 09:36 - Jan 20 with 7508 viewsterryb

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 22:26 - Jan 19 by Discodroids



I knew beer was a far more socialable drink than milk!

Alex would have fallen asleep after a few pints rather than reacting to Beethoven's 5th.
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 09:52 - Jan 20 with 7473 viewsDorse

'My Word Is My Bond': now available in Braille, pop-up and scratch 'n' sniff.

Bravo, sir. Bravo.

'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 13:10 - Jan 20 with 7325 viewsW13R

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:26 - Jan 19 by Discodroids

Its an old and long post from my time in the chalk stripe dojo of the bermuda triangle of ec3 but there you go..

My Life As a non marine reinsurance broker 1989 - 2006 ;

LLOYDS OF LONDON ‘MY WORD IS MY BOND’. A PAGE IN THE DIARY.

6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine and continental lager .

6.10am: Get up.

6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/ power w ank while thinking of the slaggy Basildon Receptionists Feet , toe rings and Ankle Chain and the way she chews her gum like a f ucking Horse thus processing remaining toxins down the plug hole. Catharsis Most Foul. Self worth at all time low.

6.45am: violent argument with wife.

7 am: No time for breakfast , off to work!.

7.45 am: Work. Print off black and white images from the internet of consenting adults engaging in sexual intercourse. Including c um shots. Toilet. W ank. Klix Machine latte.

8am : Work!..push papers around, stare at screen , tap pen on teeth, toilet, w ank. The residual effects of the hydrochloric salts from the coca plant are a sweet bitch.

1oam : pretend to read the publication ‘lloyds list’ while thinking of ways to steal the receptionists ‘Remains of the day’ high heel shoes in order to inhale the sexual pheromones and thus reach sexual nirvana and gratification asap in the office sh ithouse..


11am : ‘strategy meeting’ with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’.. in reality alcoholics all shaking like the drunken bakers in ‘viz’. Item one, agenda one , priority one ..liaise to meet in drakes wine bar or the english club 11.45am.

11.40am: pick up folders and with the determined look of east german sprinter marlies goher, stride purposefully to the ‘market’ with Duran Durans ‘hungry like the wolf’ ringing in your head eager for new business.

11.42am: simply decide against the exciting new buSIness venture of going to see some Underwriter c unt in his ‘box’ to talk stop loss triangulations, so head straight for ‘drakes’ in leadenhall market.

11.45am. meet with other ‘non marine faculty specialists’ to discuss covering each others arses if it all gets on top.

12.15pm: thoughts turn to the kibble ( Cocaine) and where we take our custom today. Will it be ‘wraps’, ‘bar bed’ , the counting house, the elephant or the wine lodge.

1pm: time to take the show on the road!.. press buzzer to gain entry into leman streets 'bar bed’s gentlemans club' upstairs behind reinforced fire door.


1.01pm: time to mingle!!. associate with ‘colourful’ collection of junkies, theives, bullies, c unts,pimps, 70’S Gangsters, Eastender actors, whores, sex fiends and reinsurance brokers.


4.30pm: leave establishment ripped to the tits and £2OO Lighter, but in possession of the life giving elixir that is the kibble. scurry off to lloyds of london for an appointment with inanimate object ‘the lutine bell’


4.45pm: Chew the s hit with bob the pristine yeoman at the entrance of lloyds, absouletly deranged and c unted , like im his long lost brother(while making a mental note to ignore him the next day, if i survive the next 24 hours).


5pm: leave bob crying/scared and go to meet underwriter for my 2.30pm appointment.


5.o2pm: w ank in bogs, really unloading a pootle of gear in a prolonged orgasm due to being on the kibble all afternoon.


5.11pm…. miss my 2.30pm appointment and express my apologies.

5:15pm ..’lunch ‘ more kibble and more pints in the hop and grapes leadenhall market. discuss exciting new opportunities within an organic growing market with other ‘specialists’.

5.45pm..return to office. pack up leave. Prise open the petty cash box for £150 and point the finger at the office cleaners…after all ‘my word is my bond’.


5.55pm..in to the wine lodge , more cocaine, more pints, more discussion on pornography, Normally the esoteric sphere of ben dover VHS Gonzo porn and canning town single mothers taking it up the kippax from 9" Meatus.

7pm..asked to leave by pub management, inventory reveals dangerously low stock levels of kibble ie 1/2 a gram.

8pm..leave the counting house restocked.! Another £120 up the f ucking Bugle.

8.15..in the cheshire cheese pub, reminiscing with other ‘specialists’ about our brave former comrades at lloyds of london that have fallen by the wayside and now live above a pet shop in a bedsit in eltham, either estranged from their wife and children or dead.


8.15pm to 9pm : have a f ucking good laugh about the above ‘fallen’. c unts.

9.01pm: scurry over to Bulls head passage Leadenhall market , knock out the theme tune to ‘Some mothers do have ’em’ on the security door. Spun round on the captains wheel then my upper case glutes being worked over good and proper by a congolese brass on an exercise ball . Snort a road marker of a line and like steve Ovett on seb Coes shoulder 200 meters out, time my orgasam just as im impaled on a phallic rocking chair while my Boss , The Deputy CEO of a bespoke Reinsurance world leader, screams ‘Yes I approve!’ from an iron maiden.

10.15pm: time for home!!!. ring estranged ex colleagues wife on train home , wired to fu ck and with propositions of a sexual nature, realise you have in fact rung your sister, but continue anyway.

11pm just in time to get a top of cocaine from colourful characters in the essex arms Brentwood public house, or to ring the travelling community to pop a gram round.

12.25: home time!, throw dinner in bin have another violent argument with wife, spend a night of fitful sleep on the sofa in my suit in waiting to do it all again.
[Post edited 19 Jan 2018 21:30]


You took it easy that session then?!
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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 13:20 - Jan 20 with 7279 viewsNortholt_Rs

My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:00 - Jan 19 by ted_hendrix

I was on one of Mel's coaches at about 3.00am heading South on the M6 or M40 after yet another defeat, for about 10 minutes the aroma of said coach tripped me into thinking I was Prince Edward.

The wind does cry Mary, it really does.

Do it.


On the way back from Manure cup game Ted? Aka as the coach journey of death!!!

Scooters, Tunes, Trainers and QPR.

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My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent.. on 21:37 - Jan 20 with 7020 viewsHitch

When we were young and getting on it any old people who hung around were looked upon as aliens. Disco as an aside you do enjoy Mrs Palmer a fair bit. Good to have your bullshit back.
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