So Phil’s fallen out with his mother and Danielle’s deaded up and Stacey’s been talking to a hole – and that’s supposed to be a cemetery in Telford, is it? Funny, because it looks suspiciously like the cemetery they buried wee-faced Jamie (Sonia’s squeeze) in back in the day.
And how are we to know that Danielle’s dad’s house in Telford is in Telford? For all we know it could be a shitty ‘60s semi in a London suburb. We’re not to know it’s actually Telford as there’s no sign saying ‘WELCOME TO TELFORD, THIS IS ACTUALLY TELFORD’.
And Phil’s overslept and missed Shirley the corpse’s cold meat buffet where Josie Laurence has got on fat Heather’s nerves by being with Minty, and isn’t Dawn looking lovely? What’s she doing with Garry?
And I don’t trust that 1940s granddaughter of Dot’s because she’s up to something, the shifty little bitch. I know Ricky’s boy Liam’s a bit thick but, as Pat says, he’s no liar and Dottie’s turning out to be a chip off the old block. A chip off Nick – and where’s he gone, eh?
And Archie’s evil schemes worked out well, didn’t they? What with buggering up Ronnie’s life – and hasn’t she got a lovely bone-structure? I would as long as the wife didn’t find out, like. He did well there, losing his wife and getting bundled into a van and I missed Friday’s and Monday’s episodes so I don’t know if he’s dead or not. Is he dead? Archie, I mean. If he is dead, what the hell was all that about? Talk about hidden agenda.
Meanwhile Janine’s feeling the strain after running over Danielle, don’t know why she’s so cut up, she didn’t bat an eyelid when she murdered Barry. And how come Pat still speaks to her because she knows Janine murdered Barry and you’d have thunk she’d never speak to the woman again, wouldn’t you? I mean, if my son-in-law had been killed up in Scotland by my step-daughter I wouldn’t give her the time of day never mind inviting her on a holiday to Paris that all went tits-up when it turned out she’d been stealing off of Peggy to fit up Jay.
Mind you, the way people treat each other on the square’s weird what with banning somebody from the pub / the shop / the curry house / the beauty parlour one minute and letting ‘em back in the next and … WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING STILL WATCHING THIS SHOW?
Tags: BBC, Culture, Eastenders, Entertainment, Incoherent, Media, Soap Opera, Television, TV
April 15, 2009 at 12:11 pm
Get yourself involved in Emmerdale, Napoleon.
April 15, 2009 at 12:18 pm
I wouldn’t know, I can’t stand it. I think Eastenders may be too subtle for me to understand properly.
April 15, 2009 at 12:24 pm
Still smarting from the slight, eh? Must’ve been an accurate blow, Ugeine m’boy…
April 15, 2009 at 12:27 pm
no mention of the credit crunch in east enders?
April 15, 2009 at 12:27 pm
eastenders, of course.
April 15, 2009 at 12:31 pm
Indy – Ian’s been a victim of the Big CC. And I think Stacey’s getting thinner. I would, despite m’self.
IS ARCHIE DEAD?
April 15, 2009 at 12:35 pm
I won’t watch an soap opera if I can recreate the opening sequence using Google Maps. And they haven’t updated it in a decade – do EastEnders still prize the O2 Arena? Should Corrie start with a shot of the MEN Arena? Londoners are so backwards and talk funny.
April 15, 2009 at 12:40 pm
The O2 arena? What’s this guff? THE MILLENNIUM DOME, Dave. Never let the bastards forget! NEVER!
April 15, 2009 at 12:43 pm
The Millenium Dome failed on its arse, despite the whining of Peter Mandelson. It’s an arena for popular music and the odd sporting event now…like a much bigger but much more inconvenient version of any arena in any major town or city in the country.
April 15, 2009 at 12:43 pm
no idea why you’re all still watching this shit when there’s lesbian stuff happening in home and away, yeah.
April 15, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Good Mornanoon
Is Bouncer still in this one?
April 15, 2009 at 12:47 pm
I’m staggering dizzy like a drunken boxer, SH.
April 15, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Breeks – There’s lesbian stuff with actual tits, bums and fannies on the internet. Who still watches TV for their female homosexual titillation jollies? I’ll tell you – the broadbandless poor.
April 15, 2009 at 12:53 pm
‘Punch-drunk’ is the term, oh small minded one.
April 15, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Of course it was really Telford! A real Telford house and a real Telford cemetery! In Telford! They wouldn’t lie to us, would they?
April 15, 2009 at 12:55 pm
Are you sure it was Telford?
April 15, 2009 at 1:00 pm
Anyone recall that ‘I’ve been looking for you all over Telford’ ad which featured some fucking iron bridge they’d nicked from Cumbria or somewhere?
April 15, 2009 at 1:02 pm
The place I used to live in Salford was on telly last night. I was really excited until I realised the show’s about druggy scum that decide to run away from home.
Establishing shots depicting places you’ve lived aren’t always used for soaps. Please believe that.
April 15, 2009 at 1:03 pm
I didn’t know they’d nicked Ironbridge’s iron bridge from Cumbria. It is the iron bridge at Ironbridge you’re on about, isn’t it?
April 15, 2009 at 1:05 pm
I’m eating a Mars bar at present, left over from Easter. It doesn’t say ‘A Mars a day helps you work rest and play,’ anymore which is a credit to the advertising standards authority when the reality is they make you help you to feel nauseous, make you fat and clog up your arteries.
April 15, 2009 at 1:06 pm
Cumbria, Shumbria, all I know is they nicked some fucking bridge to give the shithole ‘history’
April 15, 2009 at 1:07 pm
I’m aware of the term ‘punch drunk’ SH, cheers. However, I am a small minded idiot, so if there’s any phrases you think I might not be aware of continue to type them out for my benefit. Me and Dave could get together after work tonight and ask his mum to explain out the ones with hard words in.
April 15, 2009 at 1:07 pm
http://www.telfordsites.co.uk/telford/ibridges.html <<<what are they?
April 15, 2009 at 1:09 pm
It was built in the ’60s, wasn’t it?
April 15, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Ironbridge isn’t really Telford though, is it? They sort of tacked Telford onto it when they built the hideous place, didn’t they?
April 15, 2009 at 1:10 pm
I remember the ‘come and live in Telford, it’s brilliant’ advert from the 80’s. With the bridge and everything. I wished I had taken notice of it now, at least I would be able to go and weep at Danielle’s grave whenever I wanted.
April 15, 2009 at 1:12 pm
You always do this, Ugeine. Each time you get found out as a plonker you the issue by using somebody elses comedic observations of me.
And one thirds of young men live at home, according to BBC News.
April 15, 2009 at 1:12 pm
Fuck Telford, fuck the bridge and fuck where’s my stapler
April 15, 2009 at 1:12 pm
Nappers, so why are you watching it then? that was not so much just a thought as it was just a stream of consciousness
April 15, 2009 at 1:13 pm
‘And one third[s] of young men live at home, according to BBC News’*
*under the age of 16
April 15, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Damn you, Piqued. Eh?
It’s between the ages of 20 and 34, giving me over a decade before it gets weird.
April 15, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Mel – I’ve been watching EastEnders since it started, and I ain’t stopping now. I’ll be watching the bastard to my grave – Queen Vic five-a-side football teams and all.
April 15, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Ug – Are you employing sarcasm?
April 15, 2009 at 1:16 pm
They nicked the bridge from Shrewsbury. Which seems fair enough. It was Shrewsbury after all.
April 15, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Ug and Dave, play nicely. Or I’ll have to get in between you. Naked. Don’t say you ain’t been warned.
April 15, 2009 at 1:16 pm
People living with their mother at 34? If you’re still up to that caper at that age, there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that you abuse children.
April 15, 2009 at 1:17 pm
Dave: You give as good as you get, you know that.
April 15, 2009 at 1:18 pm
i am reading the first of one the red riding books right now (1974). it’s very unpleasant. can anyone who has both read and watched the tv series that can confirm whether it is equally unpleasant?
April 15, 2009 at 1:19 pm
I can, Indy. A wolf dresses up as a granny and tries to eat her all alive.
April 15, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Mr. H – It says in Dave’s link that the original iron bridge at Iron Bridge was made in the 1770s (or 1700s, as Piqued would say). Where’s it say it was nicked from Shrewsbury?
(If it does, my apologies. I couldn’t be arsed to read the whole page.)
April 15, 2009 at 1:19 pm
You mean there was more than one Red Riding book? I only know the one with the unsupervised child, a wolf and a pensioner left to die, thanks to a lack of social services cover.
April 15, 2009 at 1:20 pm
‘Damn you, Piqued. Eh?
It’s between the ages of 20 and 34, giving me over a decade before it gets weird.’
It’s not ‘weird’ to be living at home at 24 in this day and age, Dave. I don’t know why you’re making so many excuses for yourself.
BAC OFZ OKAY
April 15, 2009 at 1:21 pm
You’d have to explain that word to me first, SH.
April 15, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Indy, I can, you’ll love it.
April 15, 2009 at 1:23 pm
It is weird to still be living at home at 24. Get a job and rent a house, you skirt-clinging PAEDO.
April 15, 2009 at 1:24 pm
It’s not weird but it would be weird to consider it a norm.
I’ve spent five years living on my own so coming back to my folks for the last two months, sharing a tiny centuries old cottage, is weird…
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME!
*runs off to room in a temper*
April 15, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Ug, which word, employing or sarcasm?
/sarcasm
April 15, 2009 at 1:25 pm
The Iron Bridge is still at Ironbridge.
The cheating bandits at Telford want you to think they’ve got that one, but they’ve actually got one built by Thomas Telford in 1818 to span a river at Cound near Shrewsbury.
A bit like that London Bridge / Tower Bridge thing that fooled the colonials.
April 15, 2009 at 1:26 pm
I left school and home at 16, got a job, rented a flat and BECAME A MAN!
Unlike all these nappy wearing, thumbsucking bastards of today.
April 15, 2009 at 1:27 pm
naps – them and others.
April 15, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Mr. H – I see. I didn’t get to the Cound bridge bit. The pack of lying, Telford bastards. They should have that shithole new town of theirs torn down, and rammed up their fucking arseholes.
April 15, 2009 at 1:29 pm
Piqued re your new Mars slogan, doesn’t quite scan as well but could be a goer.
Naps, try The Archers…tis very good at the moment. Gangsters, pigs and mysterious daughters of ex partner who did away with himself with a shotgun.
AND EDDY GRUNDY FFS http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drh900/h990/h99024thged.jpg
April 15, 2009 at 1:31 pm
Let’s get them Telford WANKERS!
*picks up tiny hoe*
April 15, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Breeks – Like who? Surely nobody with broadband needs to watch pretend, tops-on lesbianism on their TVs, when they can watch pretend, tops-off lesbianism on their computers? It’s only the idle poor that have to get their kicks watching fully-clothed lesbians on TV, surely?
April 15, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Actually Mr Perry, I don’t ever click on Daves links, as I’m convinced they lead to illegal and / or questionable websites, which would keep the police busy with their Kleenex for quite some time.
That was what we called, in the old days, education.
Teachers taught us stuff and we learnt it. The youngsters around here won’t have heard of it, but despite my alcoholism and alzheimers, I can still dredge stuff up now and then.
April 15, 2009 at 1:32 pm
piqued: i just can see how anyone is able to film the last chapters of it. poor dunford gets a proper tom and jerry treatment and is still wandering around in miserable leeds.
April 15, 2009 at 1:33 pm
Several of my friends my age live with their folks.
April 15, 2009 at 1:33 pm
And for any dear reader who, like my self, was a little puzzled at Nap’s description of The Boat That Rocked
mawk·ish (môksh)
adj.
1. Excessively and objectionably sentimental.
2. Sickening or insipid in taste.
I still liked it…
April 15, 2009 at 1:33 pm
Nick – I’m not listening to stinking talk radio, Grandad. It’s not World War II.
April 15, 2009 at 1:35 pm
You can listen to the radio on television nowadays, so the young folk tell me.
All these new things…..
April 15, 2009 at 1:37 pm
Nick…to understand you definition of Mawkish I had to look up the definitions of excessively, objectionably, sentimental and, most of all, insipid, and they in turn lead to an endless tree of clever words to explain clever words.
Twat.
April 15, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Nick – The Boat That Rocked is written for the sort of person who says words like ‘ninny’ and ‘gosh’. The sort of arse who owns copies of Mamma Mia!, Shirley Valentine, Calendar Girls and the complete series of The Vicar of Dibley on DVD.
April 15, 2009 at 1:46 pm
It’s pretty fractious in here today, as some middle-England tub-thumper would say after seeing some achingly dull nature series on Points of View, ‘More of the same please.’
April 15, 2009 at 1:58 pm
*eats Caramac*
April 15, 2009 at 2:02 pm
*slaps caramac out of NC’s mouth*
*does a wee on it*
Yeah, YEAH
*runs off*
April 15, 2009 at 2:07 pm
You TWAT!
*pulls out another Caramac*
*eats entire Caramac*
April 15, 2009 at 2:09 pm
Bet you feel pike-sick now right?
April 15, 2009 at 2:10 pm
I think it must be all of the sugar they are having…
April 15, 2009 at 2:14 pm
naps – titty-lation, innit.
April 15, 2009 at 2:17 pm
anyone watch that horsey programme last night with alex-hand-rah tolstoy?
i did.
i like horses.
April 15, 2009 at 2:17 pm
Actually, my Caramac-induced sugar rush has got the creative juices flowing. I reckon, right, that seeing as cars are made for blokes, they should advertise them with a woman in a bikini (or tits-out, I’m easy) sprawled provocatively over the bonnet. Not one of these ‘real women’ that fat, ugly and above all jealous women keep banging on about, but one of those sexy ‘unreal women’ you see in magazines with their tits and bums and nice teeth and whatnot. I’d buy a car advertised in this way.
April 15, 2009 at 2:17 pm
you wont get any sense out of them breeks, they all seem to be on some kind of caramac bender
April 15, 2009 at 2:18 pm
caramac is a bad word. i don’t like how it looks.
i am avoiding sugar, it seems. i am mainlining apples and the odd banana and i reckon i’m a toot away from self propulsion.
April 15, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Breeks – I didn’t watch that horses programme. By any chance, did any of the horses feature a naked woman on their backs?
*poises over iPlayer controls*
April 15, 2009 at 2:24 pm
Breeks, i saw about 10 minutes of that, but the BF made me turn it over when the foetuses were shown. She was very annoying in a posh twit kind of a way.
Caramac is a bad word, and doesn’t taste nice either.
NC – it did show impregnation, but it was the horse that was unclothed
April 15, 2009 at 2:26 pm
*shuts iPlayer down*
April 15, 2009 at 2:26 pm
there was a lot of horsey ‘gina, that’s for sure, but nothing i’ve not seen before.
i grew up looking at horses’ dicks, you see.
April 15, 2009 at 2:29 pm
*opens up iPlayer again*
April 15, 2009 at 2:30 pm
‘i grew up looking at a horses’ dick, you see.’
Me too baby, me too
April 15, 2009 at 2:32 pm
piqued – you changed my quote and did it with an apostrophe error. shame.
April 15, 2009 at 2:36 pm
I bet Spender didn’t waste his youth looking at horses’ cocks. Being from Newcastle, he’d have spent his youth looking at ignorance and despair, and learning a valuable lesson about life ‘n’ stuff.
April 15, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Breeks – That’s because the humble apostrophe is a mysterious and alien thing to Piqued. You have read his blog, I take it? Sorry, ‘hi’s blog’?
April 15, 2009 at 2:40 pm
i have, although not for a couple of weeks; i like to leave it a while between travelogues about the black bitch and gour-mette meals. i shall revisit soon.
””’
April 15, 2009 at 2:42 pm
Dont’ listesn to N,C any1
April 15, 2009 at 2:42 pm
You haven’t read it in two weeks? So you don’t know he’s taken up buggery, then?
April 15, 2009 at 2:45 pm
What’s all this ‘taken up’ nonsense? Have you not noticed that piqued has a complete obsession with penii – more so than any other man, which is saying something. He is always trying to shove it into places that it just does not belong.
April 15, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Come on NC, only bit… and I’ve not pushed back yet
April 15, 2009 at 2:46 pm
*is trying to force helmet into tap*
what?
April 15, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Mel – Ah, but Piqued has now taken up buggery as a profession. It’s all there, in eye-straining white writing on a black background on his blog. I think he’s a dirty man.
April 15, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Hmm, this smells a bit viral to me…
Is he paying you to pimp his blog?
April 15, 2009 at 2:48 pm
There’s only one thing that smells a bit viral round here:
Piqued’s unmentionables.
April 15, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Nappers, let’s never mention them again.
No Clarry today? I hope she is on holiday, and not that her computer has brokuned again.
April 15, 2009 at 2:51 pm
I’ve just had some tomato soup that I made all by myself using tinned tomatoes and a blender. All I did was add a little milk, butter, salt, pepper and basil…
It didn’t taste right at all.
April 15, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Not bloody surprised at that one Dave.
April 15, 2009 at 2:53 pm
I thought you needed cream to make tomato soup? I could be wrong, as I’ve never made soup in my life.
April 15, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Mel, your last mail implies you see this activity as some sort of advertisement for my blog.
I’m surprised and disappointed.
April 15, 2009 at 2:53 pm
I had no cream. Just because you co-presented light lunch in the nineties does not give you the right to judge me on my soup!
April 15, 2009 at 2:54 pm
‘I’ve just had some tomato soup that I made all by myself using tinned tomatoes and a blender. All I did was add a little milk, butter, salt, pepper and basil…
It didn’t taste right at all.’
No shit
April 15, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Daft thing is, I have a tin of Heinz Cream Of Tomato Soup in my cupboard.
April 15, 2009 at 2:58 pm
So why didn’t you eat / drink that, then?
April 15, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Because I watched that Taste the Nation last night and couldn’t resist being an arsehole.
April 15, 2009 at 2:59 pm
i asked mr breeks about what makes a gay – pushing back or pushing in till the balls touch ass – he was unsure but was respectful enough to take the time to consider it.
that’s not tomato soup, that’s just mush. make tomato soup by roasting a few in the oven, taking off the skin and seeds, blitzing with some stock and sour cream and a bit of basil.
noice.
April 15, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Also, shouldn’t that have been your mum’s cupboard? Or have you commandeered that in the same way you have her dog?
April 15, 2009 at 3:00 pm
He needed to justify his day somehow NC, he’ already on his 4th wank
April 15, 2009 at 3:06 pm
Piqued, are you surprised and disappointed that i think your proclivity for penis is a methodology for increasing blog traffic, or that I am confusing your hobby with your writing?
April 15, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Mel, dear, NC brought all this nonsense up. I didn’t even mention any blog
April 15, 2009 at 3:10 pm
indeed, Piqued, which is why i was wondering if Nappers had become your pimp now.
April 15, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Breeks, please could you set up a blog with tasty recipes like that bloke did. I will find the article about him. I want Breeks recipes.
April 15, 2009 at 3:21 pm
which bloke DINLT?
I have been considering a cookery blog for a while. I could probably cope with a shared one.
April 15, 2009 at 3:22 pm
We’re getting a new fridge/freezer, so are feasting on long frozen anonymous leftovers.
It’s quite exciting, no really…
April 15, 2009 at 3:27 pm
I am trying to find it Mel. Basically an article in the Times about life after Masterchef. Ex contestant writes about cooking and has setup a website with recipes etc.
April 15, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Found his blog, but not the article.
http://www.bookthecook.blogspot.com/
Yes Mel and Breeks cookery website would be good!
April 15, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Oh, i would be interested, if you could get me a link please. Thanks DINLT
April 15, 2009 at 3:39 pm
This press release just arrived in my inbox;
“…this site gives information on nuclear power sites. It links to a downloadable leaflet entitled New Nuclear Power Stations: How sites will be chosen and how you can have your say. This will help you understand the process for choosing sites, tell you about the nominated sites and from 15th April to 14th May give you the opportunity to comment on them.”
Should we be worried?
http://www.nuclearpowersiting.decc.gov.uk/
April 15, 2009 at 3:42 pm
oh, he’s still friends with my masterchef friend hannah. that’s the geordie with the anal-looking mouth, innit.
mel – shall we go for shit casserole or urine soup first?
April 15, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Y’know, I was just thinking that what the internet really needed was yet another cooking blog …
April 15, 2009 at 3:46 pm
Nap..it’s not just another cooking blog…it’s Mel and Breeks’ cookery blog.
April 15, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Cheers NC, you have given me the inspiration i need. *starts blog*
Breeks, i reckon that we should start with shit sandwich, followed by urine fool.
Mr H. I think you should be more worried that they say you can”comment” as if they are going to take any notice of any of us inThis is all an employment plan for Gordie’s brother.
April 15, 2009 at 3:52 pm
eek,, my touchpad is being weird. That should have read (to Mr H)
I think that you should be more worried that they say that you can “comment”, as if they are going to take any notice of any of us in any case. This is all an employment plan for Gordie’s brother.
That should make a little more sense now
April 15, 2009 at 3:52 pm
I might be looking to pay people for blogging in the future…
April 15, 2009 at 3:52 pm
DINLT – I’m boycotting it. Bloody women banging on about awful, foreign food. Open some cans, that’s my advice. Indeed, if I’d thought to issue this advice a few hours ago, I could have saved Dave from his pasta sauce with milk in it pretend soup.
April 15, 2009 at 3:53 pm
William Shatner’s on Columbo – hence SH silence…
April 15, 2009 at 3:58 pm
mel – diarrhoea souffle with sweet scat sugar
April 15, 2009 at 3:58 pm
I think I’ve seen that one. I always seem to remember Patrick McGoohan was on Columbo when I used to watch it.
April 15, 2009 at 4:04 pm
I remember the Colombo one with Leonard Nimoy.
April 15, 2009 at 4:09 pm
yes breeks, and a compote of ear waxwith it, all stirred with a big penis, just for piqued.
Yay columbo – essential sick day viewing. I used to have that and some (proper recipe, not the dave version) tomato soup. Always made me feel better.
SH – surely if you are to be paying people, then you will require some quality writing, not the old drivel you get in your comments box.
April 15, 2009 at 4:10 pm
Also, does this mean that we might get advertised at soon, wiith the new look WWM?
April 15, 2009 at 4:11 pm
hang on mel, the words what we write here is the stuff of priceless dreams.
the comments ARE wwm. without us there is nothing. no mothers, no watching.
April 15, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Mel – It certainly does! You lucky people can look forward to being advertised at twenty four hours a day. And you’ll fucking well like it, too. How long did you think we’d carry on flinging this stuff at you for free, eh?
April 15, 2009 at 4:16 pm
It sounds like you lot have all sold out to THE MAN. If Papa Roach was here, they’d probably say:
‘I just wanna be heard, loud and clear are my words, comin’ from within man
Tell ‘em what you heard, it’s about a revolution
In your heart and in your mind, you can find the conclusion
Lifestyle and obsession, diamond rings get you nothin’ but a lifelong lesson
And your pocketbook stressin’, you’re a slave to the system
Workin jobs that you hate, for that shit you don’t need
It’s too bad the world is based on greed, step back and see
Stop thinkin’ bout yourself, start thinkin’ bout
There’s no money, there’s no possession, only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my possession, take my obsession, I don’t need that’
How dya like those anti establishment apples?
*rages against machine*
April 15, 2009 at 4:17 pm
there’s a hole in your bucket, ugeine.
April 15, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Ugeine – I don’t care about selling out to THE MAN. Ever thought of getting a Sky+ Box? I want money, d’ye hear? Get Virgin Media Broadband from as little as £8.99 a month. I’m sick of writing stuff on various internet blogs for nothing. A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play. Yes? YES??
April 15, 2009 at 4:22 pm
Ug, i quite like them, but i LOVE my job. I get paid to cause trouble, and surf the internets, what better job is there
April 15, 2009 at 4:25 pm
a mars a day will mostly make you fat (or fatter), naps.
April 15, 2009 at 4:25 pm
My fucking question mark key has broken. Now i cannot ask anything, without it lookin like a statement
April 15, 2009 at 4:27 pm
You seem to get a lotof meat through the post NC, perhaps that is someone’s way of paying you.
April 15, 2009 at 4:27 pm
Mel – My job? I get paid for doing NOTHING.
Breeks – I don’t believe that advice.
April 15, 2009 at 4:28 pm
napoleon: When the glorious revolution of nu metal bands is complete, Chester Bennington is in the oval Office, Fred Durst is Secretary of keeping it real, Dicknose from Slipknot is in charge of the budget and Coby Dick has freed us of our material possessions (apart from the material possessions that are Papa Roach CDs), you’ll be the first to be shot.
April 15, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Mel – As well as meat, I get sent all the shit records nobody else wants at Classic Rock as a spiteful and tedious joke on behalf of my evil Scotch editor.
Basically, I get sent Who’s record collection every month.
April 15, 2009 at 4:31 pm
nappers – you ingrate.
April 15, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Jesus, is who also MR H? It was bad enough when he was also godshatmyi-pod (and with a record collection like that, it is a wonder god did not vomit his ipod)
Plus, i thought that who was a girl
April 15, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Who is a girl. A girl with the worst taste in music I’ve ever come across (and that’s saying something, considering she’s a girl). It’s all America this and Bread that. Fucking ELO, Leo Sayer, ABBA, Chicago and that stinking Al Stewart character. Bloody rubbish, the lot.
Ugeine – Seeing as you write articles for WWM too, you will share my fate. Without realising it, you, too, will soon be selling y’self to THE MAN. A HA HA HA HA HA HA!
April 15, 2009 at 4:46 pm
well, that is one understanding boss you have there NC. I am impressed that she knows you are on here all day every day, and does not mind.
April 15, 2009 at 4:51 pm
i just bought a new tent.
April 15, 2009 at 4:55 pm
two berth or three breeks? Is it for a festival
Oh and that is another recipe we should have – mud pie!
April 15, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Mel – One, the boss is male. Two, he’s Scotch. Three, he’s not really my boss. He buys work off of me. I’m actually the boss, which means I get a shitload of days off.
What on earth made you think I’d work for a woman? A WOMAN??
Breeks – Classic bit on new tent information there.
April 15, 2009 at 4:58 pm
four and it’s to be used instead of my lovely smaller one because this year there is a mr breeks who needs to fit in and if i want to take enough boozes and shoeses i’ll need more space.
anyway i got a £200 tent for £100 so that’s bargainous.
mud pie with snot sprinkles?
delish.
i am off to the pub, now, with aforementioned mr breeks where ale and scrabble will be, variously, consumed and played. or played and consumed.
hooroo!
April 15, 2009 at 5:03 pm
L8as breeks, and i am going to start making up recipes for my new blog, so I’ll see y’all same time same place etc.
April 15, 2009 at 5:04 pm
oh and NC, before you ask, these recipes will be of the variety that Breeks and i have been coming up with.
April 15, 2009 at 5:21 pm
Gazebo number two went flying before. I had to retrieve it from the river and weigh it down with sandbags. A man across the river slowly applauded.
Come on United for tonited!
April 15, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Yum
April 15, 2009 at 5:52 pm
Is the champions league still bloody going?
Come on Crewe & Carlisle, keep playings shite.
April 15, 2009 at 6:43 pm
I heard Crewe & Carlisle are a shoe-in for the final, Ugeine.