LYRICS TO GO


I’m into sex, I ain’t into making love so come give me a hug if you’re into getting rubbed. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯


I'm not that lonely little person who's still in love with you. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯


It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯


Tere’s a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch.


I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne.


Ten you go sort out the recycling, that isn’t part of the foreplay but it’s still very important.


I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime.


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We’re in an awful mess, and I don’t mean maybe.


walked into a bar...


a man


Where did Noah keep his bees? In the ark hives.


I totally understand how batteries feel because I’m rarely ever included in things either.


I bought my friend an elephant for their room. They said thanks, I said “don’t mention it”


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PINT SIZED BLONDE


Where?


Te Sir Garnet What?


‘George Plunkett’ Lacons


“Five goths walk into a bar, and only one of them was drinking cider.” Tis isn’t exactly how my evening began, but it’s close enough. A last minute invitation to the pub resulted in accidentally joining the Deviant Society’s pub crawl (Deviant Soc being the UEA’s rock/metal group). It actually only ended up being two pubs due to a mix of apathy, it being a Tuesday night and the fact Te Sir Garnet had some decent beers on.


It’s the third year of Red Rooster Festival, taking place at Euston Park on the Norfolk/Suffolk border on 2nd- 4th June. Tose ‘down south’ dandies have got some delish comfort food and tasty butt-slappin’ tunes packed up and are ready to show you a rock ‘n’ rolling time.


Tonight’s beer was an exclusive to the Garnet, brewed especially for them by Lacons, to commemorate the opening of the George Plunkett Room overlooking the market. Te beer, handily also called George Plunkett, was a welcoming amber hue (looked lovely in the candlelight), easy to drink with a subtle fruit aftertaste (I’m told it was mango) and a little bite. As we supped our beers we tried to work out where each of Mr. Plunkett’s photos was taken, as his black and white images of our fine city were displayed on the walls.


Te line up’s sweet as, with King Khan and the Shires, Bob Log III and James Leg the first to be announced. Americana, rock n roll, R’n’B, soul, blues and country music is the flavour of this festival, and if you’re not into that yet, you sure will be by the end of the weekend. Expect lots of dancing, whooping, carrying on and full on good times in a laid back, downhome environment.


Questions like ‘why doesn’t Norwich have a Hippodrome anymore?’, ‘how many lectures can you miss before they notice?’ and ‘which is better, a 64 or 32- bit system?’ were discussed at length before comparing our favourite places to buy boots. Outside, a photographer was snapping a model posing by some bins. “Must be Norwich Fashion Week” someone commented, without a hint of sarcasm, as we put our black coats on over our black clothes and out into the night. sympathetically trendy inside, decent beer and a chatty barman. Golden Triangle Mosaic Ale was on and is always a safe bet. 3.8% light, refreshing and local (the brewer can be found in Te Plasterers most weekends). As we were the only people in there, the barman played whatever music we wanted. Tis led to a Smiths marathon, which in turn led to the sentence to end all sentences. Apparently Morrissey had held a 'meat free' gig. My drinking companion had become so annoyed by a fellow reveller at said gig, he told security she had contraband on her person and they escorted her out. Which explains why I had scrawled 'hamburger in her handbag' at the end of my notes. My sanity is safe.


Check out more beer-themed ramblings at pint-sizedblonde.blogspot.co.uk outlineonline.co.uk / April 2016/ 7


the blind


circumcisionist? He got the sack.


I started a band called 999 Megabytes.


We haven’t got a gig yet.


Where do cat go for their culture high? The meowseum.


My friend recently got crushed by a pile of books but he’s only got his shelf to blame.


Why don’t people eat clowns? They taste funny.


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