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unless you are all hiding from me, in which case I'm
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:07, 47 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I've not done any of my work for next week.
Ah well!
My ear's killing me though :(
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:16, Reply)

I'm going to a night at a bar tomorrow called BoHo, it's the opening night. This is how it's described:
"Our aim is simple....
To practice an unconventional lifestyle in the company of like-minded people involving Musical, Artistic or Literary pursuits in a place where we can behave unconventionally, cheaply."
what the hell am I meant to expect from that?
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:14, Reply)

( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:16, Reply)

you may have to hand over the Waki Crown by the end of the night.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:17, Reply)

are you going to be able to go to a swingers event on your own?
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:18, Reply)

They then go on to say shots for £1 etc so I don't think there'll be much poetry readings etc.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:17, Reply)

( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:19, Reply)

Oh well I'll just get hammered and talk shit to people.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:20, Reply)

is a straight up documentary about my neighbourhood - it's barely exaggerated and in some cases, the characters are LESS twatty than the people I see daily.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:44, Reply)

We'll see, I'm sure I'll tell you all about it afterwards.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:25, Reply)

I like to walk around the Tate Modern in a beret and talk utter, utter bollocks about modern art. If done correctly you can actually make people think you know what you're talking about! :)
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:11, Reply)

I can rattle off enought crap to get through a gallery opening. You feel slightly dead inside afterwards though.
Most actual artists talk about technique rather than metaphor and that's more interesting.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:13, Reply)

Art History, Art & Design and Graphic Design... I'm still not really sure what Tracey Emin is up to... well other than having a period and calling it art.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:19, Reply)

When the French say "Don Quixote", it sounds like 'Donkey shot' and it makes me laugh.
rafter
baz
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:18, Reply)

I have b3ta really tiny on my screen and I never know where people are replying, I see the numbers going up but can't see where!
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:24, Reply)

and I manage perfectly well.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:20, Reply)

What I thought would be a breath of fresh air is fast becoming a nightmare.
The girl at the front controls it, and to appease the masses (and herself) prefers Radio1.
I swear those smug thundercunts* at R1 have a single burned CD that they play no more than 4 songs around 95% of the time. Kasabain's new song, Black Eyed Pea's new song, Snow Patrol's new song and La Roux - Quicksand.
The music is shit, yes I can accept that. But what really really gets me is the presenters. They love themselves, their little clique, their spastic humour, the mutual masturbation over the aforementioned 4 songs, everything is AMAZING apparently and gets better after every listen.
Then there's this bitch Fearn Cotton. It's like the entire nation seems to think she is the fountain of all musical knowledge, the fucking slut. But her cover is gone. I know this because they were playing Rock the Casbah by The Clash, and after she finished congratulating herself over playing such a remarkable song, the listener who had phoned in was recommended the "must-listen" work of the legendary punk rockers. (This is where her musical knowledge was unexpectedly tested..)
Did she suggest a classic raw-punk effort like Complete Control or White Riot? Perhaps their best ever track, White Man in Hammersmith Palais, or something from London Calling like Clampdown or Train in Vain?
No the motherfucker went for stock, idiot answer: "Ummmm you've GOT to listen to London Calling or umm Should I Stay or Should I go".
She doesn't know anything! ANYTHING!!
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:39, Reply)

I actually like White Riot a lot. Proper punk rock, that one.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:45, Reply)

the playlist isn't likely to upset anyone and the presenters are usually pretty good
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:43, Reply)

upto now I've not been too bothered and I'm usually fairly un-annoyable. But those presenters, my my. I think I shall put forward this suggestion.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:57, Reply)

is that they constantly get people to phone and text in. I don't want to hear what some idiot is doing, or what their opinion is. It's bad enough hearing that shit from the unfunny morons who are the DJs, but the people who phone in are so stupid and unfunny that they can't even get jobs as DJs.
If I ever go on a car journey of more than a few minutes, and don't have my own music with me I always end up on Radio 4, because the others are so full of shit.
At home, it's Planet Rock all the way.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:48, Reply)

I don't mind Zane Lowe, he seems to know a small something about music and is less irritating than most, yet I have never heard him play a song. Every time I turn on the radio and his show is on it's him talking really fast over some pumping electro stuff.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:50, Reply)

Who's love for himself is only exceeded by his harem of slevering ring-piece kissers, fauning and laughing over-enthusiastically over every predictable deadpan gag.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:56, Reply)

insufferable really. I hate his whole "saviour of radio 1" bullshit. It's not been saved, it's fucking crap.
I don't think that any of the DJs on radio 1 actually like music.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:03, Reply)

I saw one of his cronies in my local the other day, she seemed fairly normal in real life
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:06, Reply)

and conceded that he was a genuine music fan and pretty knowledgable, despite expeting to hate his antipodean guts.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:26, Reply)

after living fro 2 years in Derby, i tuned in my radio to the extraordinary force of nature that was Scottie McClue. Basically a shock jock for the west of scotland, and that, is a pretty hardcore prospect. He would goad the the listeners into phoning in, and they did, so much so that the phone lines actually nearly went into meltdown. /fact
It became addiction for me, hours and hours of idiotic arguments and slagging matches, all overseen by Scotty and his caustic sarcasm. After a few months it did all get a bit samey...but coming from the East Midlands and its vanilla existence it was a total shot in the arm to hear that good old scottish bile and venom again.
"yer talking shite Scotty, yer a nugget"
so on and so forth
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:59, Reply)

she doesn't actually know anything, which wouldn't bother me so much if she didn't bang on all the time how she is responsible for 'finding' bands! If she ever 'finds' Saves the Day I will 'find' her and break both her legs!
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:32, Reply)
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