Crang's Tales from the Tracks

little admin magic there for you dude

Thanks?

he's hosted your mixes if you look back a page

T.B wrote:he's hosted your mixes if you look back a page

Ok,great.

crang wrote:

T.B wrote:he's hosted your mixes if you look back a page

Ok,great.

I have only basic knowledge of the workings of the Internet/computers.

Wank.walk.listen.fall over.

The helicopter of life,rising high.
The elevator of emotion,lifting me high.
In dreams,I walked with you.
In these jeans,I talked to you.
And from the silverfish that swam in my mothers cupboard,to the electronic bleeps of the amigas rob Hubbard.
We,ll generate some friction of sound,and together make something profound.
Hypocrisy, only to those that wouldn't need benefit from what is going down.

You only phone me when you are pissed up too

I wish Crrraaangg was pissed up on here every day.

I'm sure he does too.

Sherrers wrote:You only phone me when you are pissed up too

I'm reserved,and passive,Yet empathic and sane.Whilst drunk I am creative,and euphorically sustained.

You mean when you are pissed you come out of your shell.

Me too. I read it was a common side effect

RvZ wrote:You mean when you are pissed you come out of your shell.

Me too. I read it was a common side effect

A ford escort has more go than me.


My wife calls me the 'tortoise'.In fact one of the more nicest of nicknames she has for me.

crang wrote:,to the electronic bleeps of the amigas rob Hubbard.

*APPLAUSE*

Steve.

When I was younger I used to knock around with this lad called Steve.He was as mad as a brush,but outrageously funny.He would always go that extra mile to be more stupid than anyone else.
We used to drink in this pub called 'the queen Victoria' out in the sticks around denmead.It was around the time he had just passed his driving test,and he was the first of our mates to get a car.We,d often go car surfing down the country lanes after wed been in the pub,or if my brother needed a wee,he'd drop him off in remote parts of the woods then just leave him there for about 10 minutes,then drive back to him,and as he was about to get in just pull away.We did this once and my brother managed to get half way in the car with his legs dangling in the road,whilst Steve was doing about 50mph:(,the soles on old del boys shoes were almost gone after!,he wasn't happy by the way,and when we got back to mums he punched Steve in the face:(.But in all honesty this was like water off a ducks back for young Steven!,he would regularly challenge sailors down the seafront pubs to head butting competitions etc.......
Steves home life was always rather chaotic,and his parents wholesomely attributed to his rather crazy persona.His mum was Spanish and could hardly speak any English,and his dad was high up in the computer firm IBM.His dad eventually had a stroke and became paralysed down one side of his body,it was a sad sight to see for such an intelligent man.Steve would make light of his dads condition,and regularly attach a ball and chain to his dads bad leg,or place funny masks over his head!.His dad had been a big DIY enthusiast,but now couldn't do a lot,Steve would regularly mock his fathers attempt at doing anything with his hands.We once watched his dad empty 9 jars of ragu,and stick them to a wooden board,fill them with nails/etc..and then just twist them off when needed!,genius I thought?.

Steves love life was always rather strange.He had this role playing thing going on that he liked.Basically he would tell one of his girlfriends to meet him on a train or at a certain public place,and make sure when they met,to act as if they were both complete strangers,then all of a sudden just start outrageously snogging each other??.
We once went to Brighton for the day,and visited the sea life centre.I was always quite wary of Steve and animals,so wasn't really up for it,but in we went,and yes he started performing:(.It started off with him putting his hands in the fish tanks,and eventually picking the stingrays up and flipping them in  the air:(,we were subsequently asked to leave.I don't think Steve really wanted to hurt the fish,just play with them a bit.But eventually Steves love of annoying animals came to a head.We went to Longleat safari park for the day,it was me,him and his long suffering wren girlfriend.He started off feeding the monkeys jelly babies?,but eventually we got to the lions enclosure:(.I knew what was on his mind at this point:(,and I told him straight not to even think about it!!,but this was Steve,and he just said to me, "I'm going in,get ready with the camera".And over he went.He walked straight up to the lion,which looked totally bewildered!!,as did some members of the public who were aghast at what was happening!!.The lion fortunately didn't attack him,and I took about five pictures of him inside the lions den!!,I also got a picture of when he was eventually arrested by the police.Utter madness!.

Steve is apparently now in iraq working on computer security systems.He has an honours degree in computer science.I haven't seen him for 10 years.My brother has been in contact with him on Facebook.He now is married and has 2 sons.

I for one would find the story more fulfilling with a picture of the Lion that was a bit taken aback.

Ideally with Steve.

Get your snaps out Crraaangg!

Steve had the pictures.If I ever see him again I will ask for them,and show you.

My particular favourite was the faces of the people outside the enclosure

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This just comes up as lots of computer jargon.

Why?.Am I doing something wrong?.

go to your profile and change your preferences to allow HTML and BB code

Sherrers wrote:

No fear.

Just like Steve.

Found my buckfast poem

Here,s my Buckfast poem.  


To buck the trend i,ll send this ode,

and bequest a substance unique and bold.

A fiery brew with lots clout,2 be drunk with caution there is no doubt.

But fear not dear friend,be strong and willing,

and embrace the power of the monks distilling.

For i have travelled long and far,

but nothing has touched this sacred jar.

Sweet to the taste this golden spirit,

such fun awaits to those that sip it.

But caution is a must,and beware theres trouble,

for confidence exudes,and bravery doth double.

And you will fall so far from grace,

just because you tried and didth taste.

So i.ll end this ode, and live to tell,

about the drink from the abbey that we all know well.

So raise a glass,

one more, and be lucky.

And remember my friend,



dont fear the buckie!!!!!               

I've passed all my train driver tests !!!!!

I am now an employable trainee

congrats mate.

Buckfast all round today?

Congrats Crang.

toot toot

puff puff

quaff quaff

congratulations Crang.