Where we at with me being a faggot for loving early Elton John?

[guest]

The Beatles fucking stink.

Lets talk about, The Kinks...

I used to live near Ray Davies in North London. Most unassuming guy ever. I saw him a few times and he always had a very humble, slightly autistic vibe about him. Once was behind him in the queue in a pub called The Flask in Highgate. He was with a blonde woman, his girlfriend I assume, and he ordered fish and chips for them both and a pint of ale. He paid with a 50 pound note and almost looked regretful handing it over.

Saw him a couple of other times in Highgate Village just walking about but the last time I saw him was in a greasy spoon in Muswell Hill. I'd popped in to pick up a bacon sandwich. The place was pretty empty. As I'm leaving I see him alone in a booth near the door eating egg and chips or something equally basic. He looked up and we made eye contact. I must've been about 20 at the time and I said "Ray Davies...you're a fucking legend mate" (cringe.) He said, "Ta" slightly dismissively and went back to his food. I walked out of the door feeling like a dick.

Always found it funny. Here's this musical genius with all this money and he lives up the road from where he grew up (Muswell Hill) and loves nothing more than simple post-war British food.

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

I'll jack you off if you jack me off, brotherman. No faggot shit though

 

[Mick_Mickerson]

The pinnacle of boomer music.

Jimmy Buffett.

 

[ThePepsiColaRapist]

I used to live near Ray Davies in North London. Most unassuming guy ever. I saw him a few times and he always had a very humble, slightly autistic vibe about him. Once was behind him in the queue in a pub called The Flask in Highgate. He was with a blonde woman, his girlfriend I assume, and he ordered fish and chips for them both and a pint of ale. He paid with a 50 pound note and almost looked regretful handing it over.

Saw him a couple of other times in Highgate Village just walking about but the last time I saw him was in a greasy spoon in Muswell Hill. I'd popped in to pick up a bacon sandwich. The place was pretty empty. As I'm leaving I see him alone in a booth near the door eating egg and chips or something equally basic. He looked up and we made eye contact. I must've been about 20 at the time and I said "Ray Davies...you're a fucking legend mate" (cringe.) He said, "Ta" slightly dismissively and went back to his food. I walked out of the door feeling like a dick.

Always found it funny. Here's this musical genius with all this money and he lives up the road from where he grew up (Muswell Hill) and loves nothing more than simple post-war British food.

This may be the greatest Kinks song never written.

 

[guest]

This may be the greatest Kinks song never written.

I met him in a caff down in Muswell Hill
Where they serve fried eggs
And they taste just like motor oil.
O-I-L oil.

 

[DiarrheaDick]

It's kinda fun if you replace the word Saturday with sodomy in Saturday Night's Alright.