You Gotta Roll With It
You know, sometimes I actually feel a litlle bit sorry for Noel Gallagher. I mean here's a guy who's penned some classic anthems in his time, toured around the world, been many places and ruffled many faces. Yet amidst all this, he still comes down on to our little show and partake in his regular chats with Russell. These, like most exchanges, generally descend into the trading of insults but it's all in the name of fun. This time however, he brought his missus Sarah to see the show in action and watch the madness unfold.
Now there's an unwritten code amongst men that when one of your friends is with his girl, you usually lighten up on the jokes (just a touch). Unfortunately, Russell decided to write this unwritten rule on the back of his black toilet paper using a black biro in the dark. Hence the Noel-baiting banter flew as thick and as fast as ever... ah yeah... business as usual.
Happy Birthday and thanks to Gareth for maintaining the rhyme with a "g".
The Colour of Money
Starting instead with a signal that's red,
Changing from amber to green,
Let's examine the scene:
The T-shirt is free,
The dishwasher's salty,
Taking a "slash" in the back,
Wandering what a Top Hat will reveal,
The Horne has lost all his zeal,
Drawing upon a currency,
That fuels the fire of desire for Noel's bookclub appeal,
This Kalidescope sees Sarah bringing toilet-Elvis back from the dead,
As he changes from red to amber to green,
Green to amber to red.
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hey mr g,
just saying hello from melbourne, australia. have been listening to the boys' podcast for the last couple of months, and wanted to say thanks for keeping me entertained! i'm a big fan, and we don't get much of russell down here, so i listen to the show on saturdays as i clean the house, and have a bit of a giggle. also, don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a show called 'summer heights high', where one of the characters is called Mr G, and he's very popular!
cheers, and best wishes to you all!
Rosa
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Hi Russ, were you acting in Forgetting Sarah Marchel or playing yourself, plus you are lots better than the midjet Mat Morgan. Your biggest fan, Andy
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Hello me ald coccers!
I got a state of the ark computer, and the tinternet at home.
Woo!Now things are gonna start hottin up.
I am actually terified of it, coz I am rather reckless wiv putas.
This ones going to finantially cripple me for a year, as I got free creditto. So Ill have to eat beans for a year.
That viddy cast made me laugh out loud!
Ew! You are a cuppla sortz!!!!
I missed the show Sat. Will try to listen again.
I got very drunk at a small party Saturday night, stayed up til 2.30, then went to church on the Sunday mornin.
We were invited over for tea at a church members house in the artanoon.
But were seconded to the garden. I didnt mind, but did get very cold, as we missed the prompts to leave and sat there all afternoon and evening. I hate the way I never know when to leave peoples houses!
At the end, when perishin cold I asked if I could come in to the warm, I got a grillin for my previous nights drinkin.
Of course they were right, but I wasnt about to admit it.
I only ever have a drink a few times a year.
I was confronted with the ethics of spending my time with people of the world, mixing and 'polluting'!
I said that God did it.
Well after a bit of a shouting match, I felt I had had my say.
They said,"Hey back off, you dont have to justify yourself"
To which I assertively pointed out that I wasnt, I was clarrifying a point.
I know what I am doing, and try to be the same person when I am with mates as well as when around the churchies.
Well, I got my second show this artanoon, on the Christian digital radio station.
At 4.
I will try to remember to put the mike on mwhen playin a bed of backround music.
Last week I harped on for ages,only to be informed the mike wasnt on!
I probably will introduce all the wrong names of songs and artists.Its confusing when youre me, to look at the list and see where you are.
Its called Son Rise Radio.
Actually theres a really good film on the front page. Its apologising for all the crazy stuff that Christians and the church say they represent.
I,ll be badly talkin about the Bible. But trying to get something of what I believe across.
Since the revolution is beginning, its important to give everything a good shake of a lambs tail!
I,ve been writing to loads of MPs to try and get them to let me stay on Income Support, till I,ve finished home Educating my son. So far they are only concieding loop holes that will prevent bieng penalized if no child care can be found.
So I,ll keep on at that.
I,m scarily going through the motions of applying to get my son into a big private school with government assistance.
But I keep having dreams that theres sexual predators who would relish a young lad. ...My mind!
Loads of other stuff is coming up in dreams, that makes me think he wont be happy.
Going back to church, ... I was really hapy with this small one Ive bin going to.
Only to find, when you scratch under the surface, people have some pretty radically hateful views. This lady was sighting her hateful critisismm at the pastor and his wife,by saying only a weak man would become a pastor, as an easy moption. She dismissed the pastors wife because she has such a fat arse.
I was horrified, that such a strong mwmber of the church was counting the days til the pastor left.
I cant say I havnt had thoughts of that nature, but I know they won,t help to bring in Gods kingdom.
Then this lady said that I should join here home group meetings
NOT ON YOUR NELLY!
I thought!
I have to say it did leave a bad taste.
Then the Church secretaries husband was really hostile towards my son, twice, at church. He was so aggressive, I was shocked at the look on his face. He must have issue with us.
Its probably coz I let littlun play on his PSP throughout the whole service.
If I dont they all moan that hes nawty.
What do ya do?
Sorry I,ve prattled on for long enough now.
See ya lader
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I just went on to sonrise radio and saw that that film I told you about has gone. I dont think a single person will be listening.
I feel a right mug! xxxxxxxxxxx
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The show was absolute magic last night. Our boys were on top form!
I was laughin every two minutes!
Just reading,
"Your dream career for DUMMIES", on this dreary Sunday afternoon.
I really need to get out and stretch me old pins! Bin slouchin around all day!
Didnt make it to churchy today. Littluns PSP wasnt charged up, and I didn fancy gettin shouted at by the church secretaries hubby for littluns misdemeanors. Like pickin up biscuits and puttin them back, or climbin on the back of his waggon.
Its all a bit to full of danger and pitfalls. Funilly enough thou, I had a great time at home. Seeming to make a bit of a breakthrough with lifes direction. I dont think I,ll put littly up for that private school. Had another dream that someone wanted to beat my hand as punishment. Then Russ an I (in my dream) ran rampaging through a school, just pointing mout how mean the staff were and what weird values they were impressing. Totally alien to a free world.
I must keep fighting Stephen Timms and James Purnells edict. They are adamant that as a lone parent I have no right to home educate and remain on income support. Apparently it is against government policy.
I am supposed to be able to fing 16 hours a week to do paid work, and home ed. Imagine putting a twelve year old into child care. I have never used child care. Feelin that home is the place to be with the safety and security of Mum being there. But now, I must be ripped away from him. He must lose his only remaining parent and this is progress. The welfare reforms are supposed to reduce poverty. In my case they will cause terrible trauma and heart rendering stress.
Meanwhile the rich get richer.
The troops in Iraq are a justifiable neccesity, regardless of the finantial cost. Single parents and the incapacitated are vilified and demonised as if they willfully are defying societies rules.
Well I,ve got one thi8ng to say about that.....POOOOH!
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ELLAOW FELLAS!
The last few shows have bin crackin, jolly well done. LA seems to suit you, we,ve had a poor old summer here.
Marked by a low cloudy sky.
But, what can ya do?
Nuffin really.
I quite like having our new computer at home. Its great, parhaps too compellin though.
I,m developin a stye in me peep ole,and have a spot on my nose, as a result of watching too many movies til the early hours on,"What shall we do with the drunken sailor"
PIRATE
No I,m not proud, just sufferin sore eyes, squintin to get a true picture,through the oversized pixelation.
I,m more run down to tell you the truth though. There has been a mamoth air "festival" in Bournemouth.
All the forces were celabrating their wares. The Royal Navy had a lovely stand. The army had tanks and the air force were there.
I nearly got recruited into them all. They all seemed so glamerous.
What a great job(so they were saying) youde be set up for life. The opportunities are bountiful.
I was nearly sighning myy son up to all the adventure promised by a loife in the forces.
Till I remembered that there was a chance he would be sent to action where the rules or aims are, possibly,mmmm a bit vague. SO?
It was certainly enticing.
For four days they had daily air shows, the ald Red Arrows kept turnin up and astounding.
There were all sorts of planes from the war. Great pride was taken in the glorification of yesteryears bombing abilities and menouverability. There were a couypla sorts sittin on the wings of planes as they flew past. It was amazinThey were holding their siluettes very gracefully on de top of them planes. They showed no sighn of coughin or splutterin as they flew through their own smoke.
We got to go on a big ship. I was so scared of walkin down the ramp from the little boat on to the ship, I ran, screamin,and pulled a muscle in me calf. So had to hobble through the tour.
We lost our friends during the ship visit, apparently later I discovered that me mate got cought up in thye antics of another friend as she kicked up a stink in the pier cafe. She insisted that they make her some "garlic mayonaise"
Gettin the manager ou7t.Shouting,that she didnt care what thechef was doing,the customer i8s always right.
I didnt fair as well, as I got stuck with an aquaintance who talked me into the dazed state you see post traumatic stress victims display.
She didnt come up for air and said my other friends were losers. I was so shocked, and blew a casket.
I shouldve wallked away when my dignity had only bin assaulted a bit. But like a lamb to the slaughter, I put up with it for hour after hour. She didnt seem to see the sighns of me pulling my face and hair in desparation. She was oblivious to me slowly sinking into melancholy, as the whole world slowed down. She just kept prodding me if my eyes wandered, and grabbing my arm as my attention slipped for a second.
It was a travesty. I cant say that I will eve3r really recover.
But youy know how it is when, you keep believing that someone will eventually show some mercy.
Never mind.
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I lov curry.
pizza
God bless
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Whats it all about?
I hear you say.
All the reason and passion,
Seem to have gone away.
Can we live by the rules of life alone.
Or must we forever scratch,
To find a place, we can feel at home.
To unlock the door and lift the latch.
Is there a place where we can enter in,
A place to laugh and cry and feel alive.
Where dreams of love and life can hatch.
Long, strong, comes the answer NO for some.
The misplaced few to displaced to come.
So a new world has to be found.
A place where dreams of love are crowned.
Misterious and elusive it is to find.
But dwells in the recesses of the mind
Whats it all about?
I hear you say.
All the reason and passion,
Seem to have gone away.
Can we live by the rules of life alone.
Or must we forever scratch,
To find a place, we can feel at home.
To unlock the door and lift the latch.
Is there a place where we can enter in,
A place to laugh and cry and feel alive.
Where dreams of love and life can hatch.
Long, strong, comes the answer NO for some.
The misplaced few to displaced to come.
So a new world has to be found.
A place where dreams of love are crowned.
Misterious and elusive it is to find.
But dwells in the recesses of the mind
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It copied twice.
I saw Sarah Marshall.
Seems years ago you were in Hawaii!
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So much to catch up on, with Noelly bieng pushed and the fallout from the VMAS.
I hope footage of Russ will be available in the UK soon so we can all see everything that was said,and in its context. At the moment, its just whats reported thats available.
It can give the wrong impression,if reported by someone who doesnt get Russ.
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