First CD I bought was Alanis Morrisette's Jagged Little Pill
From the little record shop that's now a hairdressers, Wellgate, Rotherham.
( Theoban What of it, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:47, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

I actually like that album.

(PsychoChomp, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:48, Reply)

I haven't listened to it in years
She went a bit hippy after that, couldn't be doing with her
( Theoban What of it, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:49, Reply)

It had a hidden track at the end.
admittedly, it was just her whining some more about being fucked over by men, but still.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:50, Reply)

Oh yeah, her on about finding someone in the shower with her bloke
Then a shit version of silent night
( Theoban What of it, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:51, Reply)

I think she was just crying in the shower
She'd found a letter in his desk to some other bint.

Moral of the story being - if you're alone in your blokes house and you go snooping through his desk drawers, you've got no-one to blame but yourself.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:53, Reply)

They're welcome to snoop through my drawers
All I've got in mine is screws, cables and manuals for motherboards

Mind you'll that'll snap their fanny shut like an airlock door, so best they don't.
( Theoban What of it, Wed 16 Jan 2013, 13:55, Reply)