Elric

I was thinking that, too. The guitars were often drowned out by the percussion, don't know if they need new speakers or what . That guy with the megaphone though

They were fucking class. Doing a Smiths cover halfway through though, WTF?

[shamed]Wherever You Will Go by The Calling? [/shamed]

Read title as "Arnt (sic) boobies gorgeous...". Disappointed with contents tbh

Overheard a couple of charvers discussing the virtues of 'Pearl Drops' toothpaste. This was at the back of the bus, yesterday: "Here man, have yi eva fuckin' tried that fuckin' Pearl Drops toothpaste? Gets ya teeth propa fuckin' white like hew..." Bizzare

What a shower of kernts. So the jury have decided that her sharing each of these songs cost the music industry $9,250 . I'd be very interested to see how that was calculated. I'm guessing it was a complex procedure involving a big hat and some numbers.

Couldn't be arsed to read the whole thread, didn't know there was such a creature as a James Blunt fanboy though. Motherfucker

3 fucking sugars? Might as well break out the tin of Golden Syrup!

Never have - never will, in fact - at current employer (HMRC). Time-and-a-half for 3 times the work of a normal day? Fuck off

Tret (as in "treated"). No such fucking word, you absolute spanner. Edit: Also, when Mackems (because I'm led to believe it's a Wearside thing. Or maybe just a 'tard thing) say Retchester. When they really mean "Register". Dieeeeee.

"Aaaarooollddddd!" "You fucking tactically inept old man!"

A young Ja Rule. Same fucking 'tache, too

The Slack Album tbh. "In the Mouth, an Encore" pisses all over the Linkin Park version. Gotta love Pavement.

NTC was down for about an hour, they managed to restore everything though, was hoping to get down the pub sharpish

Works fine for me.

Me: hey a/s/l? God: You've got my full attention. 5/Robot/California. Me: Imposter!!!111one God: What's your sign?

Me: hello, God God: Hello child. What is your name? Me: shouldn't you know that already? God: Perhaps. I think I should. Me: So what's ma name, bitch? God: You do not speak with respect. So? Let me think about it. Me: think? Surely you know all that was, is, and will be. You must already know the course this conversation will take. God: I am thinking. I know very little about it. What kind of it do you like? Whatever you say, . Me: what kind of what? God: What of it? You sound like a category C client. Me: Explain to me what a category C client is, then. God: Let me think about it. Me: Jesus wept. God: he is The Son of God. Me: christ on a bike, no shit? God: Jesus died for our sins. Me: "Our" sins? What have you been up to , then? God: It would be nice if our sins. I have been spending all my time online. Me: ever tried lastFM? God: Do you think I should try it? Me: Yeah, you should sign up to the groups I started, it'd be interesting to see what you listen to. God: Why? I will take that under advisement. Me: So is there a possibilty that you don't like me? That you never wanted me? That, in all probability, you hate me? God: It seems we have something in common. Interesting observation. " Interesting observation." in all probability me hate you ? I understand. Me: Are you sure about that, God? Didn't sound like you understood. Tbh. God: I am as sure as I can be. I'm not certain whether I can give an accurate reply or not. Do you prefer books or TV? Me: Which do you prefer? God: I don't have a preference. Me: If you had to choose. God: Perhaps next time I will try it. Me: Look, if the fate of all creation depended on a straight choice between books or TV, WHICH MOTHERFUCKING ONE WOULD YOU CHOOSE? God: Sorry my eye is not attached right now. Me: You have eyes? God: What makes you think I have it? Me: Let me rephrase. Do you have eyes? God: OK. Yes I am looking at you right now. Me: So how many fingers am I holding up? God: Aha. One. Me: Wow, good guess. Hope you don't take offence to that, big man. So, what you up to today? God: I'm glad you're impressed. I thought it was too. Don't worry about it, . Ah. Oh. It's a computer matter, not for humans to understand. Me: IE or Firefox? God: What color are your eyes? Me: IE or Firefox? God: That is a very unusual color. Me: IE or Firefox? .... no reply. I think I broke him.

Kidding. Wouldn't want Sima getting bird-flu. Joke

I heard Lance Armstrong used the money he garnered from selling pirated CDs to buy his performance enhancing drugs* *allegedly

.........firmly around the throat? 38065[/snapback] After contracting bird-flu

I can see that one standing up in court...................... 38122[/snapback] Really? I can't. Mainly because - so as not to attract the unwanted attention that usually entails dragging Mr. Joe Public (who also purchases no small amount of CDs) through the courts, for downloading/uploading an album he never would have bought anyway - these cases are generally settled out of court. Now when's the new <insert name of generic, nailed on #1 spot grabbing, girl/boyband here> CD out?

I'd happily pay if I knew the artist was receiving 90% of the sale, rather than a money-grabbing institution that sees fit to sue some of it's biggest customers (way to promote empathy to your cause! ).

Yes, when the BPI, RIAA et al stop taking their 80%+ cut of sale profits, I would start to complain

Ahh, Apple, the only company with even more cynical marketing techniques than MS. Still didn't stop me buying a Nano, mind, the bastards