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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 1:24:30 GMT
I can see that Trubb's remark about the divine Horlicks might unsettle a few people.
Rather than risk an all out war in the "Women don't like sex" thread, I thought maybe a quick poll would be in order.
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Post by jean on Nov 10, 2010 9:38:28 GMT
I even like the instant sort, which is a lot less trouble to make.
But why no retract vote option, for the seriously undecided?
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Post by Patrick on Nov 10, 2010 10:30:23 GMT
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Post by Weyland on Nov 10, 2010 10:53:12 GMT
The first choice contains a tautology and/or a truism.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2010 17:25:22 GMT
i've never had horlicks. i imagine i wont much care for it, but seeing as this poll is ( i think) based on actual real life rather than imaginings, i voted for- never tasted horlicks.
also, in them adverts when the lady gets all flustered and hot and bothered until she shouts 'OOHHH HORLICCCKKKKS!' thats meant to make us all think it sounds like a bit like bollocks isn't it? Sort of like she using the word Horlicks as an obscenity, and to my mind, thats not an advertising campaign i especially approve of, if anythink.
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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 17:33:04 GMT
Jean, retracting votes is for wobblers.
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Post by trubble on Nov 10, 2010 18:27:31 GMT
The end of it is that two years later it is still sitting in my cupboard and in 2 years I have not been able to persuade one person to have a cup. Not one. It's proof of its disgustingness. |
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Post by trubble on Nov 10, 2010 18:29:32 GMT
Here's more proof:
These three 'I like it' voters, have they ever been outside in the bushes drinking it, hm? If they really liked it they would but no, NO, I bet they haven't and therefore that proves they don't like it. Case closed.
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Post by Weyland on Nov 10, 2010 18:46:21 GMT
Here's more proof: These three 'I like it' voters, have they ever been outside in the bushes drinking it, hm? If they really liked it they would but no, NO, I bet they haven't and therefore that proves they don't like it. Case closed. I have. So there. Nutbushes they were, near the city limits. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2010 18:55:02 GMT
Here's more proof: These three 'I like it' voters, have they ever been outside in the bushes drinking it, hm? If they really liked it they would but no, NO, I bet they haven't and therefore that proves they don't like it. Case closed. I have. So there. Nutbushes they were, near the city limits. hot choclit round a campfire is beeeeeyooootiful. used to like that, at festivals, in the haze of a drug frenzy..under the stars, the madness subsiding slightly, a campfire and hot choclit ( admittedly usually in a polystyrene cup, but still..) warms the soul up and reminds you that you are a human person, and then orfff into the night.. to the dance tent.  NSKKK NNNSKKK NNNSKKKK NNNNSKK NNNNSKKK NNNSSSK NNNNSSSSK NNNSSSKKK... |
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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 19:16:21 GMT
Here's more proof: These three 'I like it' voters, have they ever been outside in the bushes drinking it, hm? If they really liked it they would but no, NO, I bet they haven't and therefore that proves they don't like it. Case closed. I have. So there. Nutbushes they were, near the city limits. Much better to drink Horlicks in the Nutbushes near the city limits than in the River Deep or on the Mountain High.  |
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Post by Weyland on Nov 10, 2010 19:38:30 GMT
I have. So there. Nutbushes they were, near the city limits. Much better to drink Horlicks in the Nutbushes near the city limits than in the River Deep or on the Mountain High. You never fail me, Ev. You truly are a Goddess in the culture department. Are you absolutely sure you are/were of the Mod persuasion? I have a 1960s jukebox. Cost me £20 from a pub in Byker -- The Cumberland Arms -- in 1973 or so. The best jukebox record I have by far is Nutbush City Limits. Had. Can't find it since I last moved house. Funny thing is, I don't particularly like Tina much -- brings to mind a black Hilda Baker trying to sing -- but Nutbush City Limits really hits the spot. The jukebox has twelve loudspeakers, a powerful valve amplifier, and a bass control. The word "earthquake" seems appropriate. [Broken down at the moment, but it'll be back.] |
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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 19:48:09 GMT
River Deep Mountain High - 1966. North Romford Comprehensive School. Revising my exams. All the girls sitting outside during revision, all with our transistor radios tuned to Caroline or London. The minute RDMH or Wild Thing by The Troggs was played we all shouted out which station so everyone could tune in. Ah memories. |
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Post by Weyland on Nov 10, 2010 20:00:44 GMT
River Deep Mountain High - 1966. North Romford Comprehensive School. Revising my exams. All the girls sitting outside during revision, all with our transistor radios tuned to Caroline or London. The minute RDMH or Wild Thing by The Troggs was played we all shouted out which station so everyone could tune in. Ah memories. How true. My sister LOVED rdmh. The band I was in then -- Undergrowth -- had Wild Thing in our repertoire. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2010 20:48:37 GMT
River Deep Mountain High - 1966. North Romford Comprehensive School. Revising my exams. All the girls sitting outside during revision, all with our transistor radios tuned to Caroline or London. The minute RDMH or Wild Thing by The Troggs was played we all shouted out which station so everyone could tune in. Ah memories. How true. My sister LOVED rdmh. The band I was in then -- Undergrowth -- had Wild Thing in our repertoire. i used to be in a band once, we were called Invasion. we done 1 gig, which mostly consisted of playing L7's 'pretend we're dead' a few times. it was one of those gigs where everyone denies they were there, but in reality, everyone was. oh i was also in a band called the chicken samosas, but we only ever performed in a shed. |
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Post by Weyland on Nov 10, 2010 22:45:11 GMT
i used to be in a band once, we were called Invasion. we done 1 gig, which mostly consisted of playing L7's 'pretend we're dead' a few times. it was one of those gigs where everyone denies they were there, but in reality, everyone was. We done a few gigs, but never realised our full artistic potential. We did realise our social potential, though, in the form of fans of the female persuasion. Very knowledgeable and discerning they were, honest. The most lucrative gig (we called them bookings) was when we replaced a well-known local Country band who had backed out at a big pub in Cullercoats. Christ, we were nervous. We'd never played Country before (more likely Chuck Berry stuff). At the last minute, they cancelled the whole thing, but still paid us. Most we ever got, for doing feck all. Closest I've ever been to "working" in the City. |
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Post by Patrick on Nov 10, 2010 23:10:54 GMT
The end of it is that two years later it is still sitting in my cupboard and in 2 years I have not been able to persuade one person to have a cup. Not one. It's proof of its disgustingness. What happens then is it solidifies and you chip it out in big lumps just like those yummy Horlicks tablets of old!  How about giving it as a Christmas present? Just sellotape a bit of foil to the top and no one'll notice you've opened it! ;D |
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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 23:32:14 GMT
River Deep Mountain High - 1966. North Romford Comprehensive School. Revising my exams. All the girls sitting outside during revision, all with our transistor radios tuned to Caroline or London. The minute RDMH or Wild Thing by The Troggs was played we all shouted out which station so everyone could tune in. Ah memories. How true. My sister LOVED rdmh. The band I was in then -- Undergrowth -- had Wild Thing in our repertoire. I hate to say this, but for a mad few weeks in 1966 I left Ray and fell in love with Reg. It didn't last long. |
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Post by everso on Nov 10, 2010 23:34:17 GMT
How true. My sister LOVED rdmh. The band I was in then -- Undergrowth -- had Wild Thing in our repertoire. i used to be in a band once, we were called Invasion. we done 1 gig, which mostly consisted of playing L7's 'pretend we're dead' a few times. it was one of those gigs where everyone denies they were there, but in reality, everyone was. oh i was also in a band called the chicken samosas, but we only ever performed in a shed. Probably best. |
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Post by Weyland on Nov 11, 2010 9:38:37 GMT
How true. My sister LOVED rdmh. The band I was in then -- Undergrowth -- had Wild Thing in our repertoire. I hate to say this, but for a mad few weeks in 1966 I left Ray and fell in love with Reg. It didn't last long. They cannot touch you for it, Ev, and Ray shall never hear of it from my lips. We had our own words for Wild Thing, but I'm not posting them here, at least not before the watershed, and definitely not before I've remembered what they were. |
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