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You have to be a cunt to be a mod. It is part of the package afterall.

slander

Fuck sake Biz, stop being a twat. If there was such a thing as verbal diahorrea, I think you would fucking reek of it. Ass hat.

Biz was brought back to life by Voodoo or something - thanks to Lecht Polanski,and the Latvian Fancies, who had gotten fed up of Biz taking over his body, ( like something oot o the film Ghost, far Whoopie Goldberg gets to hae a feel o Demi Moores coapy baps ) and using it to attend Toy gigs and get totally trashed and disco dancing a ower the shop . Here's Biz getting in training for the gig at The Schooner, OOh aah Cantona, I left my nickers in my boyfriends car

I would've loved to have been a teenager in the 50s and got into rock n roll then, then be primed and ready for the 60s, before taking a short sabatical and re-enter the fray as a battle-worn punk. Although I have a terrible feeilng I may have been a rock naysayer and been into some stuffy dance-hall stuff or something To answer the question, for me the 60s is the best hands down. In terms of style, society, drugs, and most importantly of course, the music; it wins them all. The 'definining' acts of the 60s stand tall above those from other decades, and the more I delve into lesser known stuff from the 60s as well, the more I find that I love. I'm like Bigsby in that there is just something so right about the production of those times.

Nah....chucked it out. Bands 'sell out' when they abandon their principles for money....it's been happening since Judas did it. Plenty of bands say no to this....they haven't 'sold out'. It wouldn't need to be music, either....if someone offered a vegetarian oodles of cash to eat meat, then they'd be selling out. Selling out happens all the time....but plenty of bands make a good living without resorting to it. They just do what they do well, without compromising.

Enforced wackiness is worse than the holocaust. I have taken Friday off.

Nobody's getting their knickers in a twist Sweedy Pah, it's merely curiosity as to why a 42-year old resorts to personal swipes when called on the utter mince she's spouting. Don't mistake it for people attaching any importance to what you say. You're a spent force.