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I looked at the Jukebox in the pub tonight and suddenly imagined a load of Eskimos running into the pub and glueing trowels to the jukebox

Anyone else had bizzare jukebox thoughts while looking at a jukebox

This item was edited on Saturday, 30th April 2005, 23:53

Can you elaborate on that? Have you been taking something???????

Only booze

hehe… lol ...Apart from the usual music thoughts that seem to fly into my head for some strange reason - I have never experienced a cool Eskimo running into the pub - although it must be a very amazing scene to see - or to say the least a little disturbing? Very jealous for these none drug related thoughts. :D

Can`t say I ever had.

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You will soon get used to the Eggmans unique style of thinking minty.

Just dont mention s*us*ges, be*rded or otherwise. ;)



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Bizarre jukebox thoughts? None that I can think of.

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You will soon get used to the Eggmans unique style of thinking minty.
Hehe... I am loving it ... reminded me of Terry Pratchett Discworld books. Was especially good to put a smile on my face after sitting up revising :/ …Great fun :-D

I did once have some bizarre thoughts about a jukebox. Not nearly as bizarre as the Eggman`s, though! I thought about it after I went over to look at a jukebox which was playing crap music, and saw from the selections that it contained nothing but crap music. :(

I imagined a jukebox which looked like an ordinary jukebox, one of those old-style 1950s Wurlitzer models, and it was in the corner of a very ordinary pub which served ordinary beer to ordinary people. Unbeknownst to the punters, though, underneath the pub was a vast underground concrete bunker containing every 7-inch single ever made, and beneath the jukebox was a tiny trapdoor leading into this bunker.

Whenever you chose a song, the little record-picking-out widget would scoot down into the bunker on rails, run at lightning speed along endless corridors filled to the roof with singles, find the exact record you asked for, bring it up into the jukebox and play it. So if you got bored with the same 20 "classic hits of the 80s/90s" played over and over again, and wanted to hear a B-side by an unfashionable 50s crooner, or an unreleased demo by an unsigned death metal band... bob`s your uncle.

I thought of patenting the idea, then I thought... naah. :D

Mike

That sounds so cool.

Minty, Re Eggman. Never say EGG or ........................Bugger I`ve gone and done it now. What have I done :(

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