Every time I turn on the stupid T.V. there you are with that damned monotone droning on and on about a stinking car I can’t afford. I can’t even afford one of those cheap things everybody’s driving now.
Yea, everyone in Jericho’s got a Ja-gee-war. Everyone in Brooklyn’s got a stinkin’ Ja-gee-war. Stop calling me London-- I can’t pronounce the damned thing, much less pay for one.
Jag-yoo-arr
I know yoo-arr, but what am I?
I got my car at the Hundred Acre Wood autoplex.
They called it a Jag-you-lar.
So thats what L_C is up to. selling Second Hand Jaguars.
I guess the Clash finally realized they no longer matter and decided to cash in. More proof that earnest young lefties turn into crotchety old conservatives.
Actually there’s a question I meant to ask the man himself in London and since he may look in here I’ll do it here.
Is it a Clash thing or is it the BBC “This is London Calling”. The Clash got it from the BBC but which was the inspiration for your good self?
Argh! Don’t even get me started on the fact that Ford made Jag produce an ‘affordable’ car.
I hate Ford.
JuanitaTech, who thought London_Calling was harassing Biggirl by planting baby squirrel tails on her fire escape and keeping vintage Latin jazz CDs from being produced.
Poor guy’s gonna feel persecuted iffin he reads this :>
Lemme tell ya Juanita, around these parts even the baby squirrels got them their own Jags with CD players. They mock me by playing Willie Colon as they drive by waving their hairless tails.
Although I must admit that London Calling is a better song for a car commercial than Thick as a Brick.
I passed a billboard this morning that said London_Calling and I thought of this board right off.
Gawd blimey, luv ! If you ain’t got the dosh for a pucka jam jar, fings mus’av gone seriously Pete Tong. As it 'appens, cos you’re a top bird, next time I’m in your manor I’ll send round the chauffeur for a right tear up.
Actually, biggirl, I worry you’re showing distinct symptoms of being a good, hard-working hamster. Matron recommends a daily dose of anti-consumer envy pills and regular exercise – preferably a weekly storming of capitalist bastions
I wondered when you’d finally get around to mentioning my crotch. A different kind of envy, I guess…
IIRC, The Clash was playing in the background when I first signed up (on CD or radio – the neighbours would have kicked up a terrible stink had the boys set up in the living room) and I needed a name. This one seemed okay as it had a few angles (the band were part of my formative years, the contrary imagery of the tweed waistcoated, BBC announcer, where I live)…I did think of ‘Lost in the Supermarket’, ‘London’s Burning’, etc. but this one seemed just the ticket.
BTW, never been a fan of Jag-yew-are’s. As my mother used to say about my predilection for a certain kind of girlies: “All fur coat and no knickers” – Jags just don’t get the blood pumping. Too ‘fat, smug capitalist’ for me, and not enough fun to drive. But what do I know…
Got to dash ! The chauffeurs outside and Harrod’s Food Hall beckons. Tally ho…
While I understand the tie in of your location, to the London_Calling name, ya know, you could put “Lost in the supermarket”, just to spice things up a little.
If you don’t, I might. 
~V
Lord God, he’s finally gone bonkers.
Or is this finally proof that American English and well…English English are finally diverging into two complete seperate languages?
Um, speaking for myself, the girlies with fur coats and no knickers get my blood pumping somewhat faster than a car…
Nah, he’s not gone bonkers. Well, not any more than usual, anyway.
What you witnessed above were a few examples of Cockney Rhyming Slang. It’s a weird phenomenon, but the gist of it is subsituting key words in a sentence with something (seemingly) nonsensical that rhymes with it.
So, here we go:
*Gawd blimey, luv ! If you ain’t got the dosh for a pucka jam jar, fings mus’av gone seriously Pete Tong. *
Would translate into English as: “Lord almighty, love! If you do not have sufficient financial means to own an automobile (“pucka jam jar” rhymes with car), things ust have gone seriously wrong (“Pete Tong” rhymes with wrong, although I don’t know who Pete Tong is).”
And:
As it 'appens, cos you’re a top bird, next time I’m in your manor I’ll send round the chauffeur for a right tear up.
This one’s easier, right?
“Just because you’re a great gal, I’ll send by my chauffeur to take you for a good spin (presumably in a car) next time I’ in town.”
And to top this one off, a question: what in the name of Hitlers left testicle does a song called “London Calling” have to do with Jaguar, a automobile factory which produces its fine vehicles [sub]and a few sub-par refurbished Mondeos[/sub] in COVENTRY??
That is all.
Pete Tong’s a (very rich) club DJ.
How many tuppences, thruppences, crowns, bobs and schillings does a jag-war cost, I wonder?
You can tell how bored I am…
I’ve no ida what a jag-war is, but a jag-you-are costs 2,767,500 tuppences, 1,845,000 thruppences, 221,400 crowns and 1,157,000 bob/shillings.
London_Calling 's a diamond geezer, knawhatimean, John?