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Chasing Dragons
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The sounds of my new kittens racing and pouncing about my room and meowing, as well as my youngest grandson joyfully yelling and playing in the next room. All of this among the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard and a constant background of tinnitus-infested ears buzzing. It is known as the 'Sounds of Grandpa's Life.'
That conjures a very pleasant image, Roland.
Alice Cooper, live at Wacken, 2013. That must have been an awesome weekend!
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I prefer Floor generally. She has the range to do justice to any Nightwish song from any era.
I like all the works that Nightwish have produced but I still find myself drawn to the album 'Once'.
I love 'Creek Mary's Blood'.
I like all the works that Nightwish have produced but I still find myself drawn to the album 'Once'.
I love 'Creek Mary's Blood'.
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Floor Jansen was asked what is her favourite Nightwish song. She answered Ghost Love Score.
The more I think about it, the more I have to agree with her.
The more I think about it, the more I have to agree with her.
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In the words of Van Halen, Might as well Jump!
Jump for joy that I am right where I belong...
Jump for joy that I am right where I belong...
At The End Of The Line!
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This scene, like many others in the film, Rush, was memorable for it being true. Nikki Lauda was an inspiration to many. may he rest in peace.
WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH!
WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH!
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A Man walks onto a building site and asks the Foreman for a job laying bricks. After a short demonstration of laying a perfect line, the Foreman offered him the job.
About Ten a.m. the following Monday, a Rolls Royce pulls up at the site. The chauffeur opens the rear door and the man gets out.
He is wearing pin-striped overalls and wearing Gucci wellington boots. He proceeds to the work-face and lays the perfect row of bricks using a golden trowel.
Two hours later, the Rolls Royce returned and the bricklayer disappeared.
The same thing happened every day until payday.
On that Friday, the foreman approached him with his wage packet.
As he handed it over his curiosity got the better of him.
"There isn't much in it," the Foreman said. "You've only worked ten hours this week."
"That's fine," the bricklayer replied as he took the small envelope.
"I have to ask," the Foreman said. "if you only work two hours a day, how come you can afford a chauffeur driven Rolls and all the fancy gear?"
"Gambling," the brickie replied simply.
"On what?" asked the foreman.
The brickie sighed.
"Put it this way, I'll bet you Fifty pounds that you have only one testicle."
The foreman was taken aback.
"That's not gambling!" he exclaimed.
"Do you take the bet?"
"If you want to be so stupid then, yes, of course I do." He held out his hand for his winnings.
"Oh no," said the brickie. I'm not just going to take your word for it!"
"Fine, says the foreman, loosening his belt. "For fifty quid..."
The brickie reached out and, with his 24kt trowel, moved the foreman's testicles first one way and then the other.
"Fair enough," the brickie replied, handing over the money.
The Foreman was perplexed. "I don't get it. You couldn't win that bet so how do you make money?"
"Simple," said the brickie. There are two hundred men on this site. I bet each of them one pound that I could get the foreman's testicles on a golden trowel by payday!"
About Ten a.m. the following Monday, a Rolls Royce pulls up at the site. The chauffeur opens the rear door and the man gets out.
He is wearing pin-striped overalls and wearing Gucci wellington boots. He proceeds to the work-face and lays the perfect row of bricks using a golden trowel.
Two hours later, the Rolls Royce returned and the bricklayer disappeared.
The same thing happened every day until payday.
On that Friday, the foreman approached him with his wage packet.
As he handed it over his curiosity got the better of him.
"There isn't much in it," the Foreman said. "You've only worked ten hours this week."
"That's fine," the bricklayer replied as he took the small envelope.
"I have to ask," the Foreman said. "if you only work two hours a day, how come you can afford a chauffeur driven Rolls and all the fancy gear?"
"Gambling," the brickie replied simply.
"On what?" asked the foreman.
The brickie sighed.
"Put it this way, I'll bet you Fifty pounds that you have only one testicle."
The foreman was taken aback.
"That's not gambling!" he exclaimed.
"Do you take the bet?"
"If you want to be so stupid then, yes, of course I do." He held out his hand for his winnings.
"Oh no," said the brickie. I'm not just going to take your word for it!"
"Fine, says the foreman, loosening his belt. "For fifty quid..."
The brickie reached out and, with his 24kt trowel, moved the foreman's testicles first one way and then the other.
"Fair enough," the brickie replied, handing over the money.
The Foreman was perplexed. "I don't get it. You couldn't win that bet so how do you make money?"
"Simple," said the brickie. There are two hundred men on this site. I bet each of them one pound that I could get the foreman's testicles on a golden trowel by payday!"
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But, Roland, I am not at the Heads. I am here, right behind you! BOO!
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Where Eagles Dare, the escape in the bus. A little cheesy but I love it. 
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Skiing... I think... 
WYR Listen to Beethoven or watch Beethoven?
WYR Listen to Beethoven or watch Beethoven?