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I’ve sometimes played in a pub in Plumstead, on the corner of Waverley Street, and RAGLAN ROAD.
Has anybody played a session in a street that shared it’s name with an Irish tune or (gasp!) a song?

Don’t know about addresses, but the strangest named pub I’ve played a session in must be The Bent Brief, in Southampton - you have to admit it, Jim, it’s an odd name. The pub was fine and the session was nice, just an odd name for a pub!

The bent brief? Is this not a tautology?

The following is the truth, and not a joke : There is a pub called the “Honest Lawyer” in the same street as the “Bent Brief”.

(Now… an opinion….If you want music, go to the “Bent Brief”. If you like girlies, go to the “Honest Laywer”).

Jim

Following on from The Honest Lawyer, there was (and maybe still is) a firm of solicitors in Sligo town called “Argue & Phibbs”

There was a trial about 25 - 30 years back in which a yankee porn queen was accused of raping a (male) mormon missionary, by tying him down on the bed and in the interests of taste and dignity you have to imagine how she did the rest.

At lunch times the jury often went to dine in the pub across the road from the court, which was called the Spread Eagle.

Dave

If you were a reader of the Daily Express at the time, you wouldn’t have had to overtax your imagination: in its broadsheet days it used to revel in all the ins-and-outs of such cases (remember the column inches it got out of that nice Mr Thorpe? 🙂 ). Nowadays you can only find that sort of attention to detail in the Telegraph, if at all.

Dave, there goes any productivity for me this Friday afternoon! Thanks for the daydreams

Con

Diverging from the thread even further…

In the town in England I grew up in a new pub chain opened two new premises - “The Bootlicker” and “The Fat Liar”.

Great names for pubs, and even better when you found out the guys who owned the chain used to work for the local brewery, and these were the nicknames of two of the senior management.

Hey Dave, I remember that “trial”. It was so outrageous - the girl was quite small and light, and the mormon guy was 18 stone. I laughed my socks off at the time!

Jim

“Ms McKinney (for it was she) was a brilliantly intelligent, erstwhile Miss Wyoming who came out of the Appalachians to join the Church of the Latter Day Saints (better known as the Mormons) and who, after failing to get off with Wayne Osmond, began a relationship with a certain Kirk Anderson. When he decided he’d had enough, she became seriously infatuated, following him around the country and harrassing him to such an extent that eventually he requested a posting overseas. Which is how he came to be in London in 1977….”

Boys: when your fevered imaginations are in need of a break, go to
http://www.trashfiction.co.uk/mckinney.html
and read the rest. Apparently it’s out there in paperback form, maybe at one of those quaint, tacky ‘bookshops’ you see in Central London which seem to be stuck in a 1960’s timewarp. Maybe they still sell the dirty piccies from under the counter, wrapped up in the newspaper! And, contrary to my assumption, it was the Mirror which built up the biggest dossier on the case, which formed the basis of the aforementioned book.

Did she get into porn afterwards? My imagination is now working on a Joyce-and-Wayne scenario 😎

…..

That’s McKinney, not Joyce from hereabouts …..

Hey, has Rupert Murdoch taken over this site? 🙂

Sounds more like Richard “Dirty” Desmond to me!

“in its broadsheet days it used to revel in all the ins-and-outs of such cases” - a lovely choice of phrase in the circumstances.

How about “column inches”? I think there was a bit of tongue in cheek-ness about that post.

“tongue in cheek” - oo er!

…missus! It’s all getting sooo Frankie Howerd … That trashfiction website also features books on Rinkagate
http://www.trashfiction.co.uk/thorpe.html
(our host seems to be a closet admirer of Jeremy Thorpe) (she’s at it again) and Tricky Dickie (‘When the President does it, that means it is not illegal’- Richard M Nixon).



It must be Friday afternoon …. an anagram of Jeremy Thorpe is ‘Romp; they jeer’. I see there’s a free SMS ‘fun anagram service’: text the word ‘anagram’ followed by your subject to 80160, and presto! change-o! apparently. Can’t say whether it works, as I’m a luddite when it comes to mobile ’phones.

bigdave, can I borrow your coat?

Is nastyweegirl the new “weslyan grit”? Or is she “wearing style”? or just a “weary singlet”? Don’t get me started on anagrams, girlie! 🙂

Mij

;oD
three strikes, miJ!
phew!

Has anyone noticed tha nastyweegirl is in fact an anagram of weenastygirl? Astounding!

Any more slagging and she might say:

I strangle yew.

I hadn’t thought there was any slagging going on above …. did I miss a nuance or two?

conan -
Can’t help noticing that ‘tha’ is an anagram of ‘hat’ 🙂

ach not slagging as such I suppose. Not in the nasty sense

I couldn’t help noticing I can’t spel for tofe