when you say you wanted to kill the mod you mean you wanted to kill me! i had no choice but to knock you out cold with my reel-to-reel copy of quadrophenia. i can't believe you had tommyzola in the fridge, howard. what were you going to do with it, sprinkle his calcified remains in liverpool while riding on the back of a norton motorcycle?
I was away, I was dreaming, I was lost in a haze of Eddie Cochran and fumes from motobikes, all I could think of was headbutting the mod. Which was you, admittedly, but I wasn't myself, Vince.
I was keeping him in case we needed him, you know, to feed to Fossil if he starts asking questions about the stuff we nicked from the zoo or anything. And then I was going to take him on a pilgrimage to Brighton, where I would look down my nose at mods and their artifical spangliness, then throw him gracefully into the sea. Tommy always spoke reverently of the sea, I think he felt a kinship there, what with his fathomless depths, and, er, liking for eels.
tell your inner-tommy that the 60s are over. mods and rockers can live in harmony now, especially if they've got the right sort of leadership at the helm.
and let the record show that you did headbutt me. i'm just lucky that i'd used a new concoction of glue, sugar and egg whites instead of the usual maximum shine spray. i think my hair may have actually done more damage to your head than your head could have done to my hair. have you still got a lump?
i can see where tommyzolla might come in handy down the line. did you munch it all down or are there still a few crumbly survivors between the butter dish and the marmite jar?
Nah, there's still a pile, under a bowl next to the smoked mackerel. I think I might move him to the freezer though, less chance of having an accidental cheese-based nightmare.
Your hair came well tight. It's just as well I am Northern and able to cope with such a barnet flying at me. The lump has gone down with the help of some ice, yeah.
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I was keeping him in case we needed him, you know, to feed to Fossil if he starts asking questions about the stuff we nicked from the zoo or anything. And then I was going to take him on a pilgrimage to Brighton, where I would look down my nose at mods and their artifical spangliness, then throw him gracefully into the sea. Tommy always spoke reverently of the sea, I think he felt a kinship there, what with his fathomless depths, and, er, liking for eels.
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and let the record show that you did headbutt me. i'm just lucky that i'd used a new concoction of glue, sugar and egg whites instead of the usual maximum shine spray. i think my hair may have actually done more damage to your head than your head could have done to my hair. have you still got a lump?
i can see where tommyzolla might come in handy down the line. did you munch it all down or are there still a few crumbly survivors between the butter dish and the marmite jar?
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Your hair came well tight. It's just as well I am Northern and able to cope with such a barnet flying at me. The lump has gone down with the help of some ice, yeah.
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