I'd like to see a defence of the "nothing to hide, nothing to fear" argument
from someone a) having an enthusiastic wank, b) passing a troublesome turd, c) dancing to Boney M in their living room, d) posing in front of the mirror or e) any of the other thousand things everyone pretends they're too good for.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Tue 10 May 2011, 10:13, 1 reply)

I once got home from work before my stepfather, and as such decided to have some New Model Army at top volume on my stereo
to which I was obviously playing bass.

It was only during a particularly enthusiastic bout of headbanging that I spun round, invisible guitar to the fore, to see him waggling his head and waving his hands about, my bedroom door wide open, as he bollocked me - apparently silently - for having my music so loud.

Ah the joys and embarassment of being a teenager.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 10 May 2011, 10:18, closed)

Let me guess, had to be
Vengeance, given those circumstances? Probably too long ago to remember.
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Tue 10 May 2011, 13:13, closed)

From the Vengeance Album, though if memory serves it was the live version of (somewhat ironically, given this week's subject matter) Smalltown England
on Raw Melody Men.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 10 May 2011, 13:35, closed)

Funnily enough, I used to houseshare with, and still occasionally see ...
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the keyboard player.
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Tue 10 May 2011, 19:14, closed)