Smoking and Masturbation
Burnt me cock
(Pat_Gash, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:44, 3 replies)

A hypocritical addiction
My boyfriend is addicted to Facebook, he's on it all the time, as soon as he gets home he checks to see how many virtual livestock have been thrown at him, who's bitten/high fived/raped him and which event/cause/irritating group of the month he's been invited to. I mock him for this severely, causing him to quickly altF4 and pretend he was doing something else, as if it were some sort of social networking porn site.

Therefore he is addicted to Facebook and I am addicted to catching him at it. Neither addiction achieves anything, although there are probably self help groups for his. I just have control issues.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:43, Reply)

Just for the taste of it
Like Rachelswipe I have a DC problem.

This is the account of the day I hit diet coke rock bottom:

8 am: Can on train in
11 am: Diet coke break
3.30pm: Need a can - have one from machine
6 pm: Have a can on the way to the station
6.15: Wow! - there is a promotion at City Thameslink station! Free bottles of diet coke. Take two. One lemon flavour (ugh). Drink both bottles on journey home
6.40: Start shaking a bit on the train. Feel paranoid. Sweating
7.10: Omfg there is a diet coke promotion at Brighton station too. Browser, you DON'T NEED IT. Take just one bottle
7.15: Drink it
7.25: Chunder massive dark brown fizzy rainbow across the Level. Start shaking properly, think someone's going to get me. Run home
7.40: Home. Thank God. Sofa. SKY TV. Diet coke out of a proper glass bottle. Nom nom.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:33, 4 replies)

Living at home and working full-time at around 19 years old
I knew my gambling addiction was getting out of control when I bet £40 on the colour of the Queen's hat on ladies day at Ascot.

Going to university taught me to prioritize my money a bit better.

I now only bet a fiver.
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:30, Reply)

Zelda
I think I have mentioned this before. Or at least alluded to it.

I once played 'Zelda: The Ocarina of Time* for nearly 48 hours straight.

And in the tiny bit of sleep that I had in that period, I dreamt I was still playing it.

Also

I must have talked about the game too much.

Because my Nan came round for dinner. She wasn't very well at the time (she didn't get better sadly). But when it came time to take her back to the home she was in, I said I'd go along.

She said

'Is your girlfriend coming with us? Zelda? I haven't met her yet'


*I know exactly how to spell Ocarina. Why would anyone try to correct me...?
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:30, 5 replies)

pretty rubbish this one...
Musical Instruments...


...if I see ANY sort of instrument I HAVE to play it. I can't control the urge to pick it up and have a crack at playing it. Drums, Guitars, Ocarinas, Kazoos, Digeridoos, Harps, Trombones etc


Pretty rubbish really...


*POP*

Edit: not to mention a 20 a day habit of Marlboro Gold.
(paddysawyers music whore, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:54, 1 reply)

Hacking
Hello, my name is Donny and I'd like to share. Yeah, it's my life.

It all started when i first joined high school. I wasn't all that and a bag of chips, I was fat and reportedly "rather goofy". I strolled in on the first day not knowing anyone. I thought my charisma and the fact my dad worked at Hasbro would help out. Apparently not.

On the first day I was called a lot of nasty names. I won't say them, but they weren't nice. I had a lot of threats also. All this, just for being fat. Yeah, it's crazy, right? That night I went back home. My mother said "Did you make a lot of friends?", I gulped and said, "Yes". I rushed up to my room and went on the internet.

The internet was something I had never used much previously. But now I somehow had the urge to talk to other people I didn't know, those who had the same sort of torment as me. I found a bully victim forum. There were a lot of characters there. "PiEJeSu", "Lil_G" and this is where I made my first hacking friend, "T0rM3Nt". We hit it off in my introduction thread, and it wasn't long before we were talking on msn.

His name was John. Such a simple name, such a complex background. John told me he was bullied aswell. The "stupid jocks" often stole his lunch money and stuffed his head in lockers. The reason? He had glasses. Absoloutely disgraceful, I know. He was a year older than me, and started getting bullied at the dawn of high school. Just like me, I know. He told me he picked up hacking a few months in and ever since then, things have never been the same.

We got into a detailed discussion about computer hacking. Injecting data, draining info, social engineering, everything used to get in to some form of website account. He sold it so well, and I just had to try it for myself. I told John, "I want to do it.", "Tonight?" was his reply. "Yes", I said.

I had creamy chicken and corn soup for my dinner that night. Straight after, I ran back upstairs. John was online, of course. He asked, "Are you ready?". "Of course I am", I replied. Although I was incredibly nervous. He gave me the tools and told me how to use them. We found a site together, a simple fansite for Angelina Jolie. I took a look at the site. It was absoloutely jawdropping, all the information and pictures this person had collected on her.

John said "Go on". I told him my thoughts. He started talking about how this boy was merely lusting his carnal desires, and how the length he had gone to for one person he's never even met was obsessive. I still couldn't get in the right mindset, but I didn't want to let down John. I shut my eyes, and injected the data. That first injection, the rush, it was absoloutely amazing. I could see why John was so into it. All the capers in my life just went away with one simple injection. This is the most memorable moment of my whole life, the turning point.

From that day forward things changed in a big way. I started hanging around in the computer lab every lunchtime at school. I made no friends, only enemies. Whenever someone called me a name or hit me, I thought they won't find it so funny when I hack them. Every lunchtime I would hack their MySpaces, Bebos, Habbos, whatever I could. I had set up phishers, keylogging sites and spent every waking hour researching more security and hacking information. Of course, I didn't let any of my victims know who I was. I used the hacking alias FireD0nkey. Stupid name, I know.

I had met many more hacker friends also. I was a big name in the game. Every hacker I met was like a new friend. Until one person I met, Sam.

I won't mention Sam's hacking alias, as I know if he sees this he can do great damage to me and my family. We talked, and we hit it off well. But somehow I thought we weren't really friends. One day, he started talking to me about hacking schools. I was intrigued. He told me all about past hacked school networks etc. I said "Awesome!". He replied "So when are you going to hack yours?". I was shocked. I told him I didn't want to get in trouble and he called me a n00b. Ah, n00b, they were the harshest words to an aspiring hacker. I remember how it hurt me greatly deep down, so I said "Ok. I'll hack my school. I'm no n00b anymore".

The next day. I had set everything up. I got my school uniform on. I put my USB with all the devices in my shirt pocket. As I tied the laces of my Hi-Tec trainers, I looked in the mirror. "I'm ready", I proclaimed. My mom was shouting at me to get up. I ran downstairs and got a Nutri-Grain breakfast bar. My mom said "You're surprisingly eager to get to school". I just smiled and said "Got to rush".

On the bus to school I looked out the window. I imagined seeing computers, binary, all sorts of exciting things. As I got deeper and deeper in thought the bus driver said "It's time to get off!". I jumped and looked round, everyone had already got off. "S-S-Sorry", I stuttered. And walked off the bus.

I suffered more bullying that day. Pencils thrown at me, wedgies, the usual name calling. I just said to myself "I'll have the last laugh". That lunchtime I went straight to the computer lab. I bumped into my Sports coach on the way. He started talking about how my effort was below par. I was clearly uninterested. He said "Hey! If you aren't going to listen you're not worth my time". "Ok, thanks", I replied cheekily and brushed past him.

I got to the computer lab and logged in. It seemed like the longest log in process ever. And when the desktop was finally up, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I shoved my USB stick in, ran some programs and ultimately hacked the network. I did a lot of messing around, before finally deleting all files and shutting down the server. I quickly logged off, pulled the USB stick out and ran down to my next lesson, Biology. My teacher, Ms Flannigan was outside. She said "You're here early, Don". I said "Yes".

As the lesson started, a teacher walked in and said "Is Donny Worther in here?". Everyone looked at me. I could feel myself turning as red as a tomato. "Yes, do you need him?", said Ms Flannigan. "The principal wishes to see him", he replied. The class broke out in to a chant of "Ooooh" with a background of "What's nerdy boy done" and "Donny you big bad wolf!". I stood up and walked over to the door. I was nervous and I was shaking. I tripped over someones bag. The whole class laughed. I was embarrassed. I quickly got back up and went straight to the principal's office.

I knocked on the door. The principal instantly opened the door and said "Come in", in his trademark stern voice. I came in and gingerly sat down. "Donny... What can I say? This is so out of character for you", I looked at him, tears in my eyes and said, "What do you mean". The next words made me feel like a n00b again. "Donny, if you're going to hack our network, at least make sure you don't use your own account. Conversation over. I'm calling your mother to pick you up". I didn't bother trying to lie. I looked down and tried to hold my tears back. I couldn't even look at the principal.

As he got my mom in he told her what had happened. I didn't even listen. I just thought about the consequences. I had a flashback to when I first injected. I wish I could go back. My mom drove me home. She didn't look at me or say a word to me, I was glad. If she never spoke to me again I would be happy. We got in the house and I started walking up the stairs, ready to do a bit of hacking when my mom said, "Donny, why?". I replied "Don't know". "There must be a reason?" she said. "Don't know", I replied. She burst in to tears "Donny, if you don't tell me why you have done such a thing how can I help?". I just walked up to my room guiltily.

As it happened, a boy had thrown Coca Cola on me earlier that day. I was smelly and sticky. I figured I should have a shower. I usually don't shower, I'm usually too busy hacking. But I didn't want to get my set up sticky. I had a shower. When I finished I walked back in my room and over to my computer chair only to realize... My computer had gone.

I ran downstairs and started shouting at my mom, she argued that it must have been the source of the problem and other such things. I knew she was right but of course I wouldn't let her have the last word. I just wanted my computer back. Hacking was the only thing that could balance my emotions. She wasn't giving it up. I ran back to bed and cried myself to sleep.

I wasn't allowed back in school after that. It felt good to have a week off bullying, but without my computer it was fucking boring. I didn't have much to do. I watched TV, I played old board games by myself. I even had the first wank of my life. Big mistake, clear sticky liquid all over the place. I don't understand how people can do it everyday.

The next Monday I woke up and walked downstairs for a bit of breakfast. My mom was there, sipping on a mug of coffee. I walked over to the bread bin and got 2 pieces of bread. My mom suddenly said, "We're moving". I was in shock, "But mom, what about my frien-", "You don't have any friends. You think I haven't noticed?". I looked down. "Tell you what. When we move you'll get your computer back, but no funny business!". I was delighted, but I hid it, "Whatever", I said, although as I slipped out the room I did a wee body pop jig of victory.

After a slow month, I found myself in the back of my mom's car, following a moving truck. I just looked out the window the whole time. I thought about my past and how I'm effectively leaving it behind. No more hacking. No more John. Definitely no more Sam. I would work on being one of the cool kids. That day we moved in, I set up my computer, and went straight on MySpace. I made a nifty profile selling myself as a neat kind of guy. I searched up the high school I would be going to, to see what kind of people went there. There were all kinds of people. I was too shy to add any obviously.

Next week I started my first day at my new school. I strolled in feeling like the business, until I heard "shortstack". Oh gosh, I was already at jeopardy of being bullied again. All those days of hacking with barely any sleep or nutrition had left me a skinny, pale young man. A bit of a skeleton, so to speak. Just as I thought that I heard a girls voice saying, "That kid looks like a fucking skeleton". I glanced round and saw some cute girls laughing at me. I sighed but carried on, trying to ignore them.

The rest of the day was a disaster. I suffered terribly at the hands of bullies. More namecalling, more wedgies, more trouble. I did make a friend though, Robert. I got his MSN aswell. He was tall and skinny and rather pale. Like a tall version of me with glasses. As I got home that night I went straight on MSN and added him. He was online.

"Wow, how are you on so soon after school", I said. "You are as well =]", he replied. We chatted a lot. After a while he brought up hacking. My heart stopped. I wanted to leave hacking behind, but could I? I pretended to know nothing about hacking. Robert talked about how I should try it. It brought me back to when John had said almost the exact same things Robert was saying. And, just as I did with John, I felt I couldn't let Robert down.

That night I hacked another site. An amateur security site. Robert set me up with everything and told me how to use it. I felt like saying "I know how to fucking use them, I'm not a n00b!", but I didn't want him to realize I'm a pro. I thought I could do it a few times to please Robert, just until I found some new friends. I injected the data, and suddenly the rush came back. I knew then, I had fallen into a self destructive cycle.

It's been 8 months, and I've made no new friends. I haven't spoke to John or Sam, but obviously to Robert. Me and Robert hang around in the computer lab a lot. We also play a lot of Counter Strike. I'm still hacking. I know how you feel, buddy, I have the guilt aswell, but I fear it is the only way for me to be happy.

The hacking will destroy me one day, I know that.

Thanks for letting me share.
(SirStromming, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:40, 24 replies)

Ladies bottoms.
And other assorted wobbly bits.

Phwooooar.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:34, Reply)

She looked sharp as a knife,
switched on you might say. But closer inspection releaved that her mind was far from where it should be, lost in a hurricane of emotions yet locked on the thought of a single man.

These unrequited feelings left her palpitating, her body hot and damp. All she wanted was another sweet embrace, just one tender moment.

Insomnia was nothing new to her, her nights were consumed the passion of another, she would pace through the converted New York loft apartment unable to sleep, unable to satisfy her hunger.

Her nighttimes wanderings were only interuppted by terrifying spasams that encircled her throat, cutting off her air supply, bringing her closer to the edge than she ever thought possible.

Just one kiss, she silently begged.

She thought it was over, she thought that she was immune to his charms, but the truth was never far away, she couldn't get enough, it would never be enough, she knew eventually she was....



Gonna have to face she was addicted to love!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:12, Reply)

I guess I'm not much of a sex addict.
At my old university, there was a woman I'd had my eye on for about six months or so, possibly longer. Problem was, despite the combined efforts of her friends and my attention, she was not in the least interested in me as far as I or anyone else could tell.

Finally, one Friday, long after I'd given up and decided that the closest I would get to shagging her was to shag someone who had shagged a guy she'd shagged, she asked me if I wanted to take her to the bar after class. She may have only been using me for my car, but that didn't mean there might not be some "reimbursement" for the favor later.

I jumped at the chance. Here's the next problem, though: I am a solitary drinker, and a hopeless alcoholic (sober for many years now). I hated the bars and never felt comfortable drinking in one. If I drank the way I wanted to I wouldn't be able to drive home, or even walk, for that matter. There was a good chance the bartender would throw me out the back door, a puking pissing mess.

We went to the bar, I sipped a beer while she said hello to some of her friends. Within fifteen minutes, the craving set in and all I could think about was my full and lonely whiskey bottle back in my dorm room. The craving was beyond control, so I found her, said my goodbyes and went home to get drunk.

I traded a night I would never have forgotten for a bottle of whiskey I don't remember. I have few regrets from my drinking days, and this missed opportunity is one of them.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:04, 4 replies)

20 a day
Now 3 months clean!

Now I'm spending all my money on two wheeled stuff wot goes vroom instead...
( multijoy, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:55, 5 replies)

I'm
totally addicted to bass.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:50, 7 replies)

Caffeine and Nicotine
Any form of caffeine really, worst of all Regular Coke. When I was working in the summer, I was on two two litre bottles a day. Then would drink coffee for breakast.

All topped off with 20 Marlboro Lights a day.

I've now cut down on my Coke intake though, but have had no luck giving up the cigarettes, even though I've cut down considerably.

However, my insides still hate me =/

There is also the fact that I own every Fleetwood Mac album going, and listen to a selection of their songs every day. That's more worrying than my 20 snout a day habit...
(Mr. Cunt put the indy in kindy., Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:48, 7 replies)

Coke
There's been a few posts about coke (cola!) so far. Me, I prefer ginger beer.

There was a time when I did have to have 1 can a day, or I'd get twitchy. I think it was more the routine rather than an actually addiction to the fizzy stuff.
Anyway, on holiday in Boston a couple of years ago, market research chaps were handing out free bottles of something called "Coke Blak" (sic).

"Wahay", thought I, "free stuff!". I don't turn free stuff down. Ever. So I gleefully opened this bottle of liquid joy, so rare and new it hadn't even made it to the UK yet, and took a heart quaff.

And spat it back, immediately, whilst physically trying to escape my own tastebuds.

This stuff was normal coke, with a shot of espresso mixed in.

It tasted like spunky tia-maria that's been put through a soda-stream.

Since then, I've been practically unable (and unwilling) to even drink the normal stuff, such is my suspicion of anything black and fizzy these days. It might be Coke Blak in disguise, stealing like a sweet spunky ninja into the shops. I still have flashbacks, and quietly gag a bit. I'm resisting the urge to retch whilst writing this. God, it was horrific.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:39, 8 replies)

Smoking and Masturbation
I've been told that i've got to stop, which is very hard as i'm a 30 a day man and i smoke like a chimney.
(fase69, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:27, 4 replies)

f*cking pokemon diamond
I got an R4 for the DS and had a quick web shufty for the nds ROM, was off sick for a few days and BLAMMO!!

Recovery became 16 hours a day playing. I now have racked up 160 hours since 3rd November.

TV is now TV and pokemon battles. I need more experience points, i need to collect ribbons and make my pokemon happy.

I am royally addicted, and pretty much sex is the only thing that 100% takes my mind off my little battling companions. Even mild drugs (just say no) have taken a slip down the rankings.

It should be banned as it is now laying claim to my wife. If she gets lost too then we are doomed. Theres little sadder to be poking around the underground than to come across your wife, sat three feet away, wirelessly in my game.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:11, 2 replies)

Since buying a 40" LCD and a PS3 about 3 months ago I'm addicted to: Call Of Duty 5
Every spare bloody minute!

Thinking about it, I bet I'm not the only one... maybe we could set up a b3ta clan?? message me your alias and I'll add you as a friend.

P.s. I'm very new to the gaming scene so I am still learning so I am not brilliant at it yet.
(Kip, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:54, 8 replies)

Too much charity shopping
"...so counting them all you have...32 pairs of jeans and 2 pairs of trousers?"

"yes"

"... and only one pair of legs?"
(teebie jeebie, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:51, Reply)

Alcohol
Im enjoying all the alcoholic posts on here as I'm a bit of a one myself. I moved to a small town and am fifteen minutes walk from work (and the pub/off licence) pretty much so as i can be an alcoholic without anyone really noticing.

I drink on my own.
I drink with friends.
I drink with strangers.
I dont care.
I just like drinking.

I drink decent wine to try to distract from it and not seem like such a scumbag. I seldom get drunk in public these days and head home when I am so as I can have a final drink in peace without publically getting wrecked.

My work colleagues know when I've been out late as I usually have a huge grin on my face and declare I'm still drunk.

I dont fear the hangover as I have a myriad tricks for avoiding it from water to paracetamol to good old fashioned stodge.

My parents are in awe of the amounts of alcohol I can consume at xmas or when Im visiting them and I never show up empty-handed.

My brothers the same although he's much more social and can go on almighty benders without sleep which I cant.

I love the booze.

rafter
baz
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:46, 9 replies)

Getting High
Over the years I’ve had the usual addictions, computer games as a kid, alcohol as a teen, cigarettes as I got older. However my latest addition is getting high, not through drugs but actually through being high up.

So now I climb things usually buildings or tower cranes. Of course this sort of thing is generally frowned upon so it has to be done in the dark; giving it an extra edge. The stupid thing is I’m actually not that keen on heights but I do it anyway. These days whenever I visit a new place the first thing I notice is the cranes tall buildings and without realising it I’m clocking the way in, planning my routes as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I broke my kneecap about 6 months ago and I continue to climb. To make things worse I have on a few occasions taken my camera and people really seem to like the shots I’ve taken – I’ve even been asked to do an interview with a journalist about my hobby / problem.

I need to stop. Especially as I someone who I care about a lot has asked me to….
(Rev O'Lucian will unfortunatly age on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:44, 4 replies)

The Internet
I do actually feel very nervous and lost if the internet is not working in the morning and I can't read the news over a cup of coffee and a ciggie.

I can spend hours and hours at night surfing.

A few years ago my computer refused to work properly and I had to go out the next morning and buy a new one before I could go to work so I could get my fix. I still feel slightly anxious every time I switch it on just in case when I try and get on it doesn't work.....

Weird?
(Pork2311, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:20, 3 replies)

M&Ms
The chocolate ones.

I eat them here, I eat them there.
In the cinema, in the shower.
In Wales, in the courtroom.
On Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
I love their tangy shells.
And the scrapy after taste on your teeth.
(Waspard has your wank bank account details, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:19, 1 reply)

blah blah blah
**insert half assed story here**

"I'm a dick Ted"

*coat cliche* blah blah fucking blah
(Pat_Gash, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:17, 10 replies)

i have a few...
was ill a while back and got addicted to tramadol to control the pain (gallstones are a bitch) thus when i had the operation they would only give me 3 shots of morphine after the op as they were worried i would become dependent, took me 6 months to come off tramadol though, fags, i tried to give up by wetting them all, 6 hours later they were all laid out in front of the fire drying...
DVDs, i curently have about 400, and another 3 wrapped up for christmas, but sex is my new addiction lol, it had been 2 months since my last fix, and being healthy 22yr old, i was on red alert for horniness. like 24/7. feel a bit better as my ex helped me last night hahaha no that i will be telling the guy who i am going an a date with this afternoon that...lol.
(santas_lil_hohoho is packing her vibrator suitcase, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:17, Reply)

Shirts
I counted them a little while back, I had 35 work shirts and 54 going out shirts. I've bought half a dozen or so more of each since then...
(ScousersPet, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 12:56, 4 replies)

not funny
cocaine, sleeping tablets, mdma K pills crack and booze. often together. i felt bollocks my eyes were going yellow as was my skin - my piss and shit smelt of bleach or copper i was sick and tired and a wreck. my boss saw what was happerning and the company stumped up for 2 months in the priory. it was a really shit time.
going to AA was the worst - im sure it helps some people but not me.

long story short - kicked most drugs apart from cigs and booze but no where near as much. im a right flabby shit now too. nice to have white eyes again tho
(jordanchaos isn’t just any PeaRoast, this is a M&S PeaRoast, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 12:50, 3 replies)

The black stuff
Not guinness or marmite (or molasses come to think of it).

Vinyl- in the form of records.

I have in the past ( www.b3ta.com/questions/nerds/post127015 ) alluded to the fact that I have a bit of a thing for analogue but if I am honest with myself, I have an issue with the purchase, maintenance and use of records. I have never forgone food in the pursuit of drugs and booze, I've never sat glued to a computer monitor watching the seconds tick down on ebay auctions for anything else and I have never performed acts of financial irregularity for any other purpose. I have done all of the above for records.

Ironically the path to this started when I was trying to reduce my post university mid week drinking. I'd put the money aside and buy a record a week if I stayed on the OJ. This was successful in reducing my drinking but the time I'd spend looking for the reward record started to grow. I habitually hold back expenses claims for as long as possible to go without the cash and then receive a lump sum to get out there and buy. There are times when I simply have to have something that turns up in the auctions- this isn't tied to price- sometimes the item in question comes in under a tenner, other times, lets just say that it doesn't.

Now, I stress that I am not a collector. I don't go looking for low serial number white albums, I don't lock stuff away and absolutely everything I buy gets played. It is hard to rationalise why I'll pay a great deal more for a new album on vinyl when it was generally mastered the same way and often shares all the recording defects of the CD but I will. I love the big art, the interaction with it and the ceremony that goes with vinyl playback. Recently, Mrs Hatred bought me a Michell Gyrodec as an engagement gift. The process of selcting a new arm, phonostage and cartridge for it has been slow- vaguely reminiscent of Jedi's building their lightsabers but I've been enjoying every minute of it and have a big stack of records I've held off playing until they can be played on the new turntable.

I don't want sympathy- Mrs Hatred ensures that I no longer flirt with financial ruin and if everything really went to pot, the records themselves even in these depressed times would sell for a profit. I don't really want to know what I'd part with before the records though. I've kicked every other vice and addiction (I drink both booze and coffee but have gone without both for long enough periods to know they are things I like rather than things I need) but I can't kick this one.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the post office to pick up my Dave Gilmour in Gdansk five disc boxset that postman Pat tried to deliver at dark o clock this morning.

Length? That's a great thing about vinyl, it keeps albums short and good.
(Leonard Hatred briefly did some work on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 12:49, 1 reply)