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Exactly, when I first joined this site the so called problem poster was FOP but in all honestly he was a saint compared to these retards, and at least he was something of an oddity, this is just downright stupidity. Oh, I don't know. Fop fucked the place up too, just in a different way. A repressed Raoul Moat-style angry steroid fuck rather than the Kleenex-littered ten times a day teenage wank variant we're seeing at the minute, but a thorough waste of spunk either way. No offence. You're a twat, but you'll always be my twat.

Exactly, when I first joined this site the so called problem poster was FOP but in all honestly he was a saint compared to these retards, and at least he was something of an oddity, this is just downright stupidity. Oh, I don't know. Fop fucked the place up too, just in a different way. A repressed Raoul Moat-style angry steroid fuck rather than the Kleenex-littered ten times a day teenage wank variant we're seeing at the minute, but a thorough waste of spunk either way.

Just stumbled across this and thought it might be of interest: http://www.bfi.org.uk/features/interviews/...ting-image.html Shame the media landscape is so fragmented that something like this could never have the same impact these days. I'd love to see what they made of Cleggeron, Jawless Brown et al.

I don't think there's a film musical I like (EDIT: Other than South Park). Gloomy-as-sin stage stuff like Les Mis is a different matter though. You've got to love a bunch of suicidal Frenchmen.

The point you make is so obviously right that it's barely worth making. Which is probably exactly what they're counting on.

I reacquainted myself with John Smiths the other week after a friend left a few cans in the fridge after a Singstar evening . Fucking hell man. Completely tasteless and weak as piss - why would you? Like you though, I'd still order it over Carling...

Well I for one didn't expect the thread to end up going down this road.

FYP. Also Anyway, Kev, I swear it wasn't me. Those webcam stills will remain our little secret. I don't believe you. Those pictures were made for you, and you alone You'll never see me on webcam again I'll treasure the memories. And the JPEGs.

FYP. Also Anyway, Kev, I swear it wasn't me. Those webcam stills will remain our little secret.

I love Clios too, but I wouldn't expect to be able to impress Jordan in one. Or fit her in one, for that matter.

I could go straight for Victoria Coren. As long as we didn't have to have sex or anything. She'd be the poifect wife though.

Fucking hell Then again, I had parental bankrolling on the condition that I'd be at their beck and call to pick them up after getting sloshed on sloe gin somewhere in Tyneside most nights of the week, so that might help to explain it.

For what it's worth, I took things really slowly, did about 35 lessons over nine months or so, and passed first time. Would have been cheaper to take 10 lessons each test and still fail two of them, but hey.

Best thing was to get on your mam or Dads policy, then trade your no claims over with you when you pass 24 (I think) as that's when the cost drops dramatically. Aye, I'd have done the same if I hadn't gone to university and seen them flog the aforementioned Clio while I was away during first term. Still bitter.

Aye, nowt much you can do about insurance when you're a "young driver" unfortunately, short of grin and bear it and hope you don't get in any prangs in the meantime.

Mind, I drove everywhere after I passed my test. Even down to the corner shop to get the paper, at least if my parents weren't around and I could get my hands on the car. Apparently the novelty does take a while to wear off...

Probably as good as any "learner's" car really. You want something compact and easy to zip around in since you're not exactly going to be burning it up on the motorways anyway. As for driving itself, I've done it a grand total of once in the last 10 years or so (a hire car when we moved house last year). Didn't crash or anything, though kept forgetting to change down to first at red lights. Anyway, I really enjoy driving, though I'm sure I'd get bored of it if I had to do it for a living - just never really had cause to, between Germany and London you're not exactly short of public transport.

What does that have to do with buying a car It's just that a Clio is a Hairdresser's car mate I learned to drive in a Clio. Nuff said.

Gets a rough deal, but I really don't mind Windows Media Player. Does what I want from a cataloguing perspective, at least, which is important when you've got as much shit music as me.

21 million, mind. Fuck me, life was rubbish back then.

It'd probably bounce off. Face like a leisure centre floor.

My mood was fine until I read Geordieracer's post.

I guarantee it did - there was a sense of "these people don't need our help". Plus there was the slight aroma of ludicrousness emanating from the "NewcastleGateshead" brand.