A new phenomenon is sweeping the country, or at least it's new to me.
I presume it's spawned by the X-Factor and similar: that of roving gangs of teenage children, singing loudly, and very, very badly, thinking they're singing in harmony.

These children to be wrapped in mattresses, and beaten with a lead pipe.

For fuck's sake. Just when I thought getting on the train playing your music on your idiot mobile 'phone was bad enough, and the act of having one's headphones hanging around one's neck with the volume turned right up to hear them was bad enough ...
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 9:33, 3 replies)

Word!
There was a program about ‘sod casting’ on Radio 4 a while back. And in it they interviewed a music producer who was mixing his product specifically for the small tinny speakers on phones. Worse than Hitler.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Mon 26 Sep 2011, 10:09, closed)

I have to disagree with this in the
strongest possible terms.

No need for matresses, you fussy benign liberal wimp.
(username failed moderation, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 12:01, closed)

Well you say that, but
they don't last as long without mattresses.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:11, closed)