02-20-2004, 04:53 PM
They can boil up some potatoes, drink pints of guiness, listen to the pogues and shout Bollocks at each other.
<marquee>We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.</marquee>