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for sale, Saturday and Sunday t in the park day tickets. 100 the pair call 07796526840

*gets on knees and prays for indy 4*

stage 2 instead of the NME stage?

from about 2006 they're all going to be re-released in glorious 3-D!!

subway is awesome. like god would be, if he sold freshly-made sandwiches.

Prozac July. Boo-hoo.

The poor man's Richard and Judy. You just can't improve on R and J, although Phil and Fern do make some fantastic daytime television.

i may be slightly biased. i do still have my old megadrive.

you could probably get an actual megadrive and heap of games for less than 30 these days.

that was beautiful. the idea of sending cat shit through the post... genius.

Columbo. Who else could have introduced me to the wonder that is peanut butter and raisin sandwiches?

'rock the ninja' comes to mind.... i seem to remember the greatest hits cd comprising of half a dozen live versions of that and the final countdown.

something like that, yeah. but more along the lines of "i wish i had a man-sized-beartrap" as opposed to a lightsaber.

Straw Dogs gave me that feeling you get after seeing Star Wars for the first time as a kid.

I vaguely remember flyering for this on Friday. So I suppose I should encourage peope to go. Go.

He hates the B-class. Officially the worst class in the Multimedia Centre. He even complained to the king of the college or whatever he's called.

I can't believe I missed the fire and stuff. I was all excited about seeing it too. Why advertise about some shit Eastenders storyline that's been done already, but ignore Neighbours. The people need to know! I hate Paul Adderton for this. The college-spoiling sleaze-monger.

Mine was Sally. On account of someone saying "chip, Sally?" one afternoon.

Adrian, Edith and that blonde from Eastenders who looks like a transexual got through to the final. Or something like that.

Busted. I shall say no more.

hunted by a freak is the track you seek.

Sod taking pictures. A flamethrower would do the job rather well.

holy crap, i thought this was one of the rumours that would linger for months and not actually happen. awesome.

I feel that the old bloke that stands outside the back of the bon accord centre and sings all day has been ignored. Who is he? Nobody knows. What is he singing? Even less people know.

Assuming I come back to Aberdeen in September, I'll happily contribute to this noise you call rock n roll