Wolfing is the infinitive I think. Life was definitely better when I used to go out on a Friday night.
Agree with this. Instead I'm sat watching gogglebox debating an album from 21 years ago. Christ I hope we win tomorrow.
It was indeed much better out on a Friday night. Wolfing. Or more likely plaintively whining, silently, hopefully.
When it first came out I quite like Be Here Now but the more I listened to it I felt they could have condensed their songs down into about 2 minutes because of the amount of repeating the chorus to fade for what felt like an enternity
When you reach a "certain" age morning glories are a thing of the past.... a dim and fairly distant reminder of how things used to be. The only thing I'm up for these days is my cup of tea with just the right amount of sugar.
I'd always quite liked one or two of their songs, Wonderwall etc but never listened to an album. The Mrs played Morning Glory all the way through in the car a few months ago and by the end of it I was ready to chuck myself out the door. His incessant, miserable nasal whining was making my eyes bleed. Bloomin awful.