Blastronaut

Aye, whatever my point was I'll concede I didn't articulate it very well. I only still check in because you're a mostly reasonable and fairly rational crowd. Football rivalries are one thing, but poverty and child abuse chanting boils my piss. Revelling in the idea that you're a better a class of person based solely on where you grew up, and most of you are better than that but still let a lot of comments like these through completely unchallenged.

Aw that's really sweet and gives a great bit of insight on how you and your Scouse husband have one of the strongest marriages in the history of football rivalries.

Try the JHS Supreme if you get a chance, it's probably the most versatile of the Superfuzz options out there that I'm aware of. Nothing wrong with the other options but they're pretty much just one trick ponies.

I think you're baiting me here. Fuck it, I'll bite. Thats a long standing point of contention and a huge can of worms. I lean a little in favour of the people who will tell you "that's not a fuzz" despite loving most incarnations of that said pedal.

Sorry to be "that guy" again but I'll need to be more specific than that. What's the fuzz? You still rocking the fuzz factory or moved onto some other fuzz face variant?

Sorry to be "that guy" again but I'll need to be more specific than that. What's the fuzz? You still rocking the fuzz factory or moved onto some other fuzz face variant?

"Updates" are still my only real major bug bear with a lot of digital music gear, but in Kempers defence making it a paid update probably negates a lot of the usual complaints. There's a good reason most recording artists and studios still tend to keep their daw setup completely offline. There shouldn't be any reason to update if it's all working as you want it to. Spending £300 quid to update a Kemper only makes sense to me if it's not already doing what you want it to do. Otherwise it's a bit like having a perfectly functional setup and randomly letting some random guy l swapping the valves out the valves on your amp and mod all your pedals all at the same time, then you spend 4 days trying to get it to sound like it did before you let him fuck about with it.

Personally I'd prefer more installations like Torness. My favourite part of the drive down that coast for years is always looking at the handful of caravans tucked away behind that delipidated eyesore and thinking "who wouldn't want to retire there?"

I think that's called the Peter Principle. Competent people that have been in an organisation long enough to manage to climb the ladder until they plateau in a position where they're completely incompetent but almost impossible to sack. So if it's any reassurance at all, it's not just been bad luck that you've seen it everywhere you've work. Seems to be pretty common in almost every workplace. For my money, the hiring process that enables this is a similar phenomenon to when I'm walking home from the pub but instead of taking the most trouble-free route home I often inexplicably end up taking a much longer walk that coincidentally features a few other pubs and other very real dangers like the threat of divorce.

Cardiacs Sing to Tim gig on Friday. Realised on the way in it's 20 years since I'd last heard any of their songs live. Properly cathartic experience and I spent most of yesterday trying to work out who the fuck the absolutely magnificent bastard they brought out to sing a few of the tunes Jon couldn't handle was. It was only Mike fucking Vennart. I've now got his rendition of this number stuck on a loop in my head and for whatever reason I want that loop to continue until I get to witness it again.

That's looks like 5 showers in one cubicle. Party time.

I get the feeling CT could 3d print you a hoover attachment to aid your "thinking".

You'd need to find a longer hose for your Henry Hoover.

Thats almost exactly how Ive been picturing the new Flamingo Land at Loch Lomond if the plans ever get approved.

There's some big Devo and Brainiac vibes in that Snooper song, sadly minus the chaos. I'll check them out though. Decline and Fall? Aptly named. Are they finally conceding that they ran out of Richey James lyrics 20-odd years ago?

Crows were just mentioned in my house too by Mrs B. I mistakenly confused them with a similarly named Polish crust-punk band so I've retreated to the kitchen in shame to listen to Senseless Things.

Not many hills I'm willing to die on but ffvii was overrated and Panzer Dragoon Saga was the better rpg of that era by a country mile. Short, sweet and to the point with an art direction and soundtrack that was that absolutely on point. Far more deserving of a remake or sequel than any of the FF series but neither will ever happen. FF was a grind. Panzer was a trip.

You're a top class arsehole. Long may it continue, don't ever change.

With the benefit of hindsight, Britpop is the result of all the places Brett Anderson stuck his cock back in the 90's. Damon Alburn was only there for sloppy seconds and made a career out of courting girl bands like Sleeper, Republica and Oasis.

A fucking fortnight? Man is my finger not on the pulse on of the progressive UK. I know a guy (known locally only as "Clink") that doesnt just deliver alcohol at 4am on a pushbike, he leaves with half a ton of empty bottles and absolves his customers from that glass bin recycling day shame.

Ouch. I meant more "let the guy fix the fucking car rather than brag about your social climbing endeavours". But fair, it runs in the family. His brother literally drank himself to death, but that was more hardcore shit yourself and go on a four day bender alone alcoholism rather than our brand of I can go days without it, so long as I can still have a drink at night/I'm a drinker, not an alcoholic alcoholism. That's harks back to my original point on why I've more respect for surgeons. After so many years of their profession being sneered at and then offered the same title as the cunts that historically thought themselves above them, they've collectively said "nah fuck yer meaningless title".

I might be wrong about this but my understanding was that surgeons here were historically referred to as Mr as they were looked down own by other medical professionals for working a manual job that involved getting their hands dirty and the title just stuck. For the rest of it I was mostly just taking the mince out of the insufferable "you will address me by my proper title you little shit/don't you know who I am?" types. Even my da had moments where he was crossing into that territory and I had to say shit like "wise up dad, I don't think the AA guy really gives a toss how many years you pissed about at uni".

I was starting to think you were sound but if you need the thought of Lindisfarne and Mead to keep you halfway erect I'm resigned back to questioning my character judgement skills.

I'm not buying that. If nothing else Dave Grohl has definitely taken mushrooms, but hearing the last few foos albums he clearly hasn't taken enough.

Doctor is a shite and desperate title, and the folk that insist on being referred to as Dr. are usually cunts, even the ones with legitimate PhDs. I remember my old man getting his doctorate and making a big deal about changing his title on everything, I dunno why, maybe so the postman knew? More respect for surgeons and the like that accept and embrace Mr as their title, and hopefully/probably frown upon the small mindedness of arseholes that chase titles for clout.