Here They Are
Wow. They were really horrible looking, weren't they? I don't care if they were teen idols, they give Scotsmen a bad name. Just like Franz Ferdinand. They are today's Rollers. Ugly Scotsmen. If Sean Connery were dead he would roll over in his grave at the likes of them. 
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Is this Nanuk posting...or has guest-blogger Mushrooms taken over???
JAW fan
and now it's trapped in my head:
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT!!!
suh-suh-suh-SATURDAY NIIIIII-YITE
suh-suh-suh-SATURDAY NIIIIII-YITE
yikes!
Wait a minute - there can only be positive posts for people who went top 40 with the lovely lines "Dear mama, papa hey your boy is doin fine/and this energy, you gave him
Keeps on tryin to unwind/'Cause I see an ancient rhythm in a man's genetic code/gonna keep on rock and rolling till my genes explode"
"Gonna keep on rock and rolling till my genes (jeans??) explode"???
That is so weirdly obscene, I have to play it a few times a year just to remind myself it is real.
And as the philosopher Nick Lowe once said "So long as he's a Roller then we love him".
Surrender to the tartan.
Line of the day: "I have to play it a few times a year ..." No you don't. Really you don't.
And sometimes I just have to disagree with Nick Lowe, as much as it pains me.
tho we all must surrender to the tartan, mustn't we?
The song in question, mimed on TV, wiht that great second verse, sung by those adorable Scots: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNLdOx5zcRs
And yes, I have played this song a few time a year for as far back as I can remember - do I have to? No. Do I want to - Yes!!!!
Watch the clip, keep on rock and rolling till your jeans explode and surrender to the Tartan. Resistance is futile
here's to exploding jeans
actually, looking at that icky photo again, it occurs to me that I had forgotten about those bay city roller flood-pants
scarrrrry
The pants really are the worst, aren't they? I can't stop staring at them. At least that trend never caught on around here. I would've hated to see Mr. Anonymous sporting them back when we were in Grade 10.
Well, where were you when I went through my Derek Longmuir phase in Grade 10? It wasn't for nothing my row of lockers was called Little Glasgow.
oh, I've just remembered those annoying bi-centennial minutes that used to interrupt the price is right...
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