no you dont have to argue, but i was just hoping for a little bit of insight thats all. and are you talking about who's line is it anyway?

-arcon
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yeah, Who's Line...i didnt read all the other posts, so if you were talking about something else already...i missed it

Kyp

I haven't slept for 10 days because...that would be too long...
- Mitch Hedberg

Phoenix Nights is superb...I was born in Wigan so the characters remind me of the people I grew up around. I live in the south now and my friends think that Phoenix Nights is great but totally unbelievable...I don't think they realise just how accurate those characters actually are.

Seen Peter Kay live twice too, he's just superb...

Put on a bit of Prodigy for ya mum, thats right, smack ya b*tch up, she loves a bit o'that.

I saw him at the Wheatsheaf in stoke in 97 or 98 just before he made it big, I nearly bust a gut laughing. I was brought up near Bolton so yeah i know how accurate his characters are. When he rants on about his mum he might as well be talking about mine!

The following is a 100% true story.. back during the power strikes in the early 70s (ahh 3 day week i remember u well) and we all huddled round my dads paraffin heater*** with a few poky candles cos the local shop was rationing them, my mother (bless her cotton socks <spit> was looking out the window of our moky council house and announced "see the electricity must be alright because a bus just went past with all its lights on..." Peter Kay told a similar story on ne of his stand up shows which demonstrates that his humour is all observed not made up, that northern working class mums are bloody stupid, and that i'm probably related to him. But I don't look like Alf Roberts.

btw we really did have to drink roller-cola and my mum would never buy me trainers so i had to go to the chippy in her slippers, no wonder I was fast runner it was to get away from the other kids on the estate who wanted to batter me for looking like a puff.

***my dads crap joke from the 70s, when we moaned about not having central heating. he'd put this stinky paraffin heater in the middle of the living room carpet and say "its bloody central now.." Prat.

..you think you're done with the past; but the past isn't done with you..

i study at bolton university (well they call it a university but its not) and i just hate the place, sorry any locals, but its like the ass end of the world. its hard to discribe to people to people who dont know the area, but the way i like to think of it is that imagine your on a train, and you stop somewhere on the route. you look out at this place, youve never heard of it before so you have NO preconceptions, you look out the window and within about 3 seconds you instantly know everything of value your ever likely to learn from the place. Its so unremarkable as a place that it drives you mad. and thsts just the place, dont get me started on the people...

so yeah, a really good mate of mine is from wigan actually, he lives just out of st. hellens.

-arcon
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poor Arcon exiled to the awfulness of Bolton. I feel for you. Still it could be worse, you could be in Burnley, or Rochdale. I haven't set foot in the North-West since the old dear popped her clogs a few years ago. Having said that I live in Stoke, well at least it's got character!



..you think you're done with the past; but the past isn't done with you..

That was Propper Bo

When I say Bo you Say Selecta

Bo

"A TopGun through and through"

Selecta...

...Can i get a REEEE-WIND!

I'm off to see Our Kes....

-arcon
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lol u guys slay me u really do!

Craig David



"A TopGun through and through"

Edited by - top-gun on 26-08-2003 11:48:29

I feel sorry for you Arcon...I managed to get out of Wigan 10 years ago, and I only ever go back to see my folks nowadays. One thing about the Bolton/Wigan/Preston/Chorley area though...they may look sh*t, but the people there will do anything for ya. I'm currently living in Kent...beautiful countryside down here...but sometimes I think that my neighbours would rather p*ss on me than say hello. Its amazing how money can go to people's heads.

True story: A friend of mine from Wigan saw Peter Kay shopping in Asda. There was a mum pushing a pram down one of the aisles with a baby screaming its head off. Apparently you could here the baby from all corners of the store, and it was getting so loud that people were cringing. Peter Kay strolled up to the woman, tapped her on the shoulder and said "give it a pie", handed her a pork pie and then strolled off again. lol. well...it amused me.

its spitttttiiiinnnnng.....everybody in!

yeah, theres a great community spirit in the residential sections of lancashire, its just you feel dirty just standing still.
My halls of residence is just over the road from a chicken slaughterhouse, so every morning i am woken to the smell of chicken ****.

Oh and i cant read/hear the word Chorley without thinking of Chorley FM

-arcon
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chorley fm...coming in your ears

spitting? save yourselves, get them kids in!

garlic bread? garlic? bread?

I heard PK has a six-bedroom detached bungalow in Bacup, he's not poor at all!

..you think you're done with the past; but the past isn't done with you..