IJN Sings.

(To the tune of "Close To You"....ah-one, ah-two, ah-one, two, three, four...)

"Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time James is near?
Just like me,
They long to be
Close to him.

Why do Avivas fall down from the sky
Every time he walks by?
Just like me,
They long to be
Close to him.

On the day that he was born the leeches got together
And decided to create a shark like him.
So they sprinkled moon dust in his hair
Of golden land deals in his eyes of blue

That is why the Windsor Boys in town
(Windsor Boys in town)
Follow him
(Follow him)
All around
(All around)
Just like me
They long to be
Close to him"


(ThankYouVeryMuch).

New salsa verde song ?

Be careful how you use the word "shark"

punchdrunk wrote:

Be careful how you use the word "shark"

If they're not lone sharks then they're in a group.

What's the term for a group of sharks? As opposed to a lone shark that is.

Greenjock wrote:

punchdrunk wrote:

Be careful how you use the word "shark"

If they're not lone sharks then they're in a group.

What's the term for a group of sharks? As opposed to a lone shark that is.

A Shiver of Sharks but my personal fav is a Smack of Jellyfish

Greenjock wrote:

...What's the term for a group of sharks? As opposed to a lone shark that is.

Gert Loinz wrote:

A Shiver of Sharks...

The correct answer is a Citigroup of sharks.

Here to help.

Now if only this was sung in a really thick janner brogue it could become an anthem

Happy as a Pig in Shit

Gert Loinz wrote:

Now if only this was sung in a really thick janner brogue it could become an anthem

Happy as a Pig in Shit

Like this..............

The workin class, can kiss my arse,
I've got the President's/ Directors' Box Experience, at last. !

I don't actually believe that Webb n Nool are anything other than total Argyle fans.
However, they are far too 'basic' to see the potential of the club and how Brent is using them to get what he wants.
He, like those two and their inner circle of control freaks, will be happy to see the club hemmed in, a charity case, and ambition castrated by the poxy, lower league new stand for generations to come.
It is the end for me. A few dimwits in a tent. Salsa singing, 'We're doing our best', and thought control still haemorraging from Napoleon's Farm as they travel the length and breadth of the country in the Black Pasty, glorifying in their status as superfans of Plimuff Arrrrgiggle.......... it's too much to big, gay bear.

Anyone of any class or sophistication will look and turn away................. as will Brent, leaving the village people to run their village club.