thanks!! it's sooo funny!! what about when john was married?? is freddie there too?
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Hiya erm btw you said you couldnt get hold of any diaries from Freddie but my m8s uncle has loads! ;p
Hiya erm btw you said you couldnt get hold of any diaries from Freddie but my m8s uncle has loads! ;p
What?
9NOVEMBER1991:
i had worked on my latest song mother love.
i hope they will release it.
ididnt had the strength any more to sing the whoole song,man that aids was realy killing me now.
if i belive the doctors i could live for 2more weeks.
but i think its over within 1 week.
all i know is that the press is stalking me.
i hope none of the photo,s of me in the studio leak.
i had worked on my latest song mother love.
i hope they will release it.
ididnt had the strength any more to sing the whoole song,man that aids was realy killing me now.
if i belive the doctors i could live for 2more weeks.
but i think its over within 1 week.
all i know is that the press is stalking me.
i hope none of the photo,s of me in the studio leak.
9NOVEMBER1991:
i had worked on my latest song mother love.
i hope they will release it.
ididnt had the strength any more to sing the whoole song,man that aids was realy killing me now.
if i belive the doctors i could live for 2more weeks.
but i think its over within 1 week.
all i know is that the press is stalking me.
i hope none of the photo,s of me in the studio leak.
You're fucking stupid.
9NOVEMBER1991:
i had worked on my latest song mother love.
i hope they will release it.
ididnt had the strength any more to sing the whoole song,man that aids was realy killing me now.
if i belive the doctors i could live for 2more weeks.
but i think its over within 1 week.
all i know is that the press is stalking me.
i hope none of the photo,s of me in the studio leak.
You're fucking stupid.
Thats Bradley for you. Im sure in his own small mind he thought what he said was funny.
Fatty!!!!!
Honestly enjoyed your "Freddie Diary"XD... I will keep up reading it!
Sometimes it feels like it's really Freddie, but i really doubt he would use that much dirty words in his diary. After all he was intelligent.
But yet, agree that you imagine that Freddie fancied George MichaelXD I've seen one interview where he speaks about GM, and that was enough for me to declare (although of course it can be simply a stupid deceive of self-imagination!!XD)that he really liked him!XD
PS Fatty, just checked your profile... Why did i think you're femaleXD
Honestly enjoyed your "Freddie Diary"XD... I will keep up reading it!
Sometimes it feels like it's really Freddie, but i really doubt he would use that much dirty words in his diary. After all he was intelligent.
But yet, agree that you imagine that Freddie fancied George MichaelXD I've seen one interview where he speaks about GM, and that was enough for me to declare (although of course it can be simply a stupid deceive of self-imagination!!XD)that he really liked him!XD
PS Fatty, just checked your profile... Why did i think you're femaleXD
9NOVEMBER1991:
i had worked on my latest song mother love.
if i belive the doctors i could live for 2more weeks.
but i think its over within 1 week.
Bradley?!?..... Why did you write sth like this.. I'm confused. It's bad to make fun about Freddie's illness and death.
August 24 1959
Took a penis up my butt for the first time.
How delightful!
Took a penis up my butt for the first time.
How delightful!
He passed the audition over some scores of children, including an annoying irritable odd faced one who Brian had particularly liked. It looks like the boy's parents are fond of minimalistic low budget soap operas since they named him ****Robert Peter Williams****.
Hahaha, that one's funny, about Robbie Williams
Fatty & Sebastian, can you guys write some more? These are hilarious and great to read. Thanks so much!
18th January (IIRC) 1975
Time to pay the piper: I'd made a bet with Norman Sheffield that the last one of us to get married would be John (that's logical, isn't it?), and I lost! What's even worse: it was a shotgun wedding to a Catholic girl (are they planning to have ten kids or what?). So... I lost all my money and the band's to Trident, but I can't tell them the truth. My only chance is accusing the Shef's of stealing from us and write a vicious song about them. Back to old Deacy, he's out of his mind about his wife, even saying she's his best friend... I'd never heard such thing in my entire life!
Who's getting married next? I bet on Roger, or myself, or both!
Some day in 1968-9
Dear Diary
Tim introduced me to his band-mates. The drummer lady's so bloody gorgeous, she'd work as a perfect excuse to cover up my taste for willies. She's got a beautiful voice too! As for the guitarist, he's a trainspotter: reading physics or something, and being into fiction and stuff... D-U-L-L! He's even got a rant-notebook for fuck's sake!!!
Having said that, the cunt can play, so he'd probably be useful for me in the future.
One week later
Went to another Smile rehearsal. I found out the guitarist's an expert in re-telling events from completely manipulative perspectives; that'll sure come in handy in the future. As for the drumming lady, she's a bit of a mad one... she smokes and drinks and drives and plays guitar, and has a male pseudonym (that gave me an idea: in the future, I'm gonna call all of my male acquaintances by female names). Tim's a fucking amateur on bass, he should quit and let me do his part.
Some time in 1969-1970
Moved in with that bird, Roger. As she was taking a shower I stepped in and realised she's actually a man! Who would imagine?
Some day in 1970
Tim finally quit, and I decided to step in. After a very meticulous 10-minute lesson, I found out playing bass isn't as easy as it seems, so I'd rather sing and find someone to play that thing. Here are my ground rules though: he's gotta be extroverted, he's gotta hate black music, he's gotta sing all the time, and he should never ever get an afro.
Time to pay the piper: I'd made a bet with Norman Sheffield that the last one of us to get married would be John (that's logical, isn't it?), and I lost! What's even worse: it was a shotgun wedding to a Catholic girl (are they planning to have ten kids or what?). So... I lost all my money and the band's to Trident, but I can't tell them the truth. My only chance is accusing the Shef's of stealing from us and write a vicious song about them. Back to old Deacy, he's out of his mind about his wife, even saying she's his best friend... I'd never heard such thing in my entire life!
Who's getting married next? I bet on Roger, or myself, or both!
Some day in 1968-9
Dear Diary
Tim introduced me to his band-mates. The drummer lady's so bloody gorgeous, she'd work as a perfect excuse to cover up my taste for willies. She's got a beautiful voice too! As for the guitarist, he's a trainspotter: reading physics or something, and being into fiction and stuff... D-U-L-L! He's even got a rant-notebook for fuck's sake!!!
Having said that, the cunt can play, so he'd probably be useful for me in the future.
One week later
Went to another Smile rehearsal. I found out the guitarist's an expert in re-telling events from completely manipulative perspectives; that'll sure come in handy in the future. As for the drumming lady, she's a bit of a mad one... she smokes and drinks and drives and plays guitar, and has a male pseudonym (that gave me an idea: in the future, I'm gonna call all of my male acquaintances by female names). Tim's a fucking amateur on bass, he should quit and let me do his part.
Some time in 1969-1970
Moved in with that bird, Roger. As she was taking a shower I stepped in and realised she's actually a man! Who would imagine?
Some day in 1970
Tim finally quit, and I decided to step in. After a very meticulous 10-minute lesson, I found out playing bass isn't as easy as it seems, so I'd rather sing and find someone to play that thing. Here are my ground rules though: he's gotta be extroverted, he's gotta hate black music, he's gotta sing all the time, and he should never ever get an afro.
Some day in the 80's
Dear Diary:
Went up North for a short holiday, and saw a guy called Stevie Riks impersonating me. He's a genius!
Late sixties
Dear Diary:
'Twas old film night somewhere in the city, so I went with Roger and watched 'A Night at the Opera'. Hated it. And what sort of a stupid title is that?
Dear Diary:
Went up North for a short holiday, and saw a guy called Stevie Riks impersonating me. He's a genius!
Late sixties
Dear Diary:
'Twas old film night somewhere in the city, so I went with Roger and watched 'A Night at the Opera'. Hated it. And what sort of a stupid title is that?
Bumped. The best QZ era ever IMO.
Hell yes. Nothing will ever top this thread.
Too bad there's a flaw in the old forum threads that cuts off the longer posts prematurely.
Fatty, if you're in there somewhere - did you save hard copies of your brilliant work?
Too bad there's a flaw in the old forum threads that cuts off the longer posts prematurely.
Fatty, if you're in there somewhere - did you save hard copies of your brilliant work?