Lindisfarne

[Churchill]

I am seriously considering f**king off somewhere warm at Christmas next year.

FTFY.

[ratewhore]

The island isn't bad either...

[EternalOptimist]

I am seriously considering volunteering for Crisis at Christmas next year.

things that bad huh

[ratewhore]

I bought their charity christmas puddings when they were offered...

[RichardCranium]

I am seriously considering volunteering for Crisis at Christmas next year.

[RichardCranium]

I was thinking -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yg_dsk7u26A

Winter Song
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat

When Winter.... comes howling in.

Verse 2:
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of Summertime instead,
When Winter.... comes howling in.

Verse 3:
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town and the Magistrate's decision,
When Winter.... comes howling in.

Verse 4:
When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module - he's an American astronaut -
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts,
Who got busted - just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Intro....
When Winter.... comes howling in.

[EternalOptimist]

"The fog on the Tyne is all mine all mine.
The fog on the Tyne is all mine."



Lady Eleanor made my spine tingle when I was young, around the time puberty was starting to kick in, and I didn't understand why.

I was thinking -

when winters *something* fingers
persue you down the street
and *something something somethin*
about the cold around your feet
when winter
comes howling in

[RichardCranium]

"The fog on the Tyne is all mine all mine.
The fog on the Tyne is all mine."



Lady Eleanor made my spine tingle when I was young, around the time puberty was starting to kick in, and I didn't understand why.

[EternalOptimist]

they were good.
sitting in a sleazy snack bar sucking sickly sausage rolls

oh yeah. love Lindesfarne