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As much as I liked Nirvana I have to agree with Alkaline that they were over-rated. If Kurt hadn't given hiomslef a bucksht shampoo I think their star would have fizzled out over time and the Foo Fighters would have been conceived eventually. Album-wise it has to be In Utero - Steve Albini's overkill production is awesome. Bleach, I like. But not to the same extent as In Utero. Nevermind's stand out track, for me, is Endless Nameless. Mudhoney - now there was a Sub-Pop band. What about Tad?

Hollowblast weren't death metal. They came on the go in '94/'95 a while after Cerement's demise. They were heavily influenced by Helmet, Biohazard, Seps, Sick Of It All, Henry Rollins, Black Flag to name a few.

I finished this last night. Christ, it's emotive.

I was Cerement's vocalist prior to Tony Douglas (Feeb). We played our first gig in August '92 at what is now Liquid in aid of Telethon. Jeff Bruce (Get Lost) was the drummer Mark Williams played bass. Ewan, Jeff, Mark went on to form HollowBlast with another guitarist called Stewart Bell (sorry I forgot to include his middle initials - C.M.), this outfit was fronted by Steve Bruce (Jeff's brother) of Turning 13 fame/infamy.

Wind Talkers any one? Another Woo/Cage movie that I quite enjoyed.

And some more... A woman scanned the guests at a party and spotted an attractive man standing alone. She approached him. "My name is Carmen," she told him. That's a beautiful name," he said. "Is it a family name?" No," she replied, "I gave it to myself. It reflects the things I like most - cars and men." What's your name?" she asked. Lagertits," he replied.`

A man met a beautiful lady and he decided he wanted to marry her right away. She protested, "But we don't know anything about each other." He replied, "That's all right, we'll learn about each other as we go along. So she consented, and they were married, and went on a honeymoon to a very nice resort. One morning, they were lying by the pool when he got up took off his towel, climbed up to the 10 meter board and did a two and a half tuck gainer, entering the water perfectly, almost without a ripple this was followed by a three rotations in jack-knife position before he again straightened out and cut the water like a knife. After a few more demonstrations, he came back and lay down on his towel. She said, 'That was incredible!" He said, "I used to be an Olympic diving champion. You see, I told you we'd learn more about ourselves as we went along." So she got up, jumped in the pool and started doing laps. She was moving so fast that the froth from her pushing off at one end of the pool would hardly be gone before she was already touching the other end of the pool. She did laps in freestyle, breaststroke, even butterfly! After about thirty laps, completed in mere minutes, she climbed back out and lay down on her towel, barely breathing hard. He said, "That was incredible! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer?" "No" she said, "I was a hooker in Govan and I worked both sides of the Clyde ."

What Neil said. Arrange your own when sharing. The vast majority of Insurance companies do contents cover only. Find out what excess you'd have to pay if you were to make a claim and also what you're covered for when personal belongings are outside of the the insured premisies. Specs, sunglasses, cash, laptop, MP3 player, etc. I found Direct Line to be rather pricey for what I was after, plus the fact they wanted the payment in a lump-sum. Prudential were pretty good but Swinton has given me a cracking deal this time round and payable in monthly instalments.

As a smoker I welcomed the smoking ban when it was made law. Mind you I was in Belfast at the time but when I got back to Aberdeen I didn't mind one bit. I'm now approximately 15 better off a week because of it and my hangovers are a lot less worse. It has made smokers more sociable but the one thing I do miss is that cigarette smoke did have a knack of disguising the above mentioned olfactory offenses. After an over indulgent Friday and Saturday I let one go in Drummonds on Sunday afternoon and disgusted not only those who smelled it but myself too. Speak about about a corpse and arse interface.

Their version of Little Arrows was hilarious. Little Carrots being the Bunion title

Arse! I'm at the Treetops tomorrow night for the Keith FC annual dinner. One consolation is that I can hopefully heckle Gordon Smith in the midst of his speech. (I wouldn't dare interrupt Frank McAvennie when it's his turn)

Salad - One Imitation Smile

"There's an old Italian saying, 'You fuck up once you lose two teeth'." Tony Soprano

I learned most of my sweary vocabulary when I was under 12 so I don't think they were too apalled by it:P

I'm reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It's narrated by Death and so far so good

Paddy wasn't as mencaing as he was in Dead Man's Shoes but his presence was hard-bastardish.

I took my dad to see it on Saturday and we both realy enjoyed it. During certain scenes I had to make sure my dad wasn't having palpitations bordering cardiac arrest. The pair of us were quite amazed about the number of under 12s in the audience but not about some of them thinking it would be a good idea to speak through the opening 20 minutes of the film. A quick shout of 'Want tae shut the fuck up, eh?' from me followed by my father saying 'What he said' did the trick for the rest of the performance. By the power of Greyskull indeed.

I watched it on Monday and enjoyed it. Gambon's character was menacing. Speaking of Bill Bailey did anyone catch the production of 12 Angry Men performed at the Edinburgh Festival a few years ago? I really hoped that there would be a tour of this but it never transpired:down: Bill Bailey, Martin Clunes and other UK comedians/comedy actors were cast as the jurors. If I remember correctly Bill Bailey was the lead juror (as played by Henry Fonda in the film adaptation of the play).

If you had mumps as I child then you should be immune to it. That's what I've been led to believe or my mum's a lying bitch.

They were amazing in Glasgow. 4th of May. Huzzah! It isn't a school night either. I'm there no matter what.

The Chemikal Underground Comilation CD I got my hands on a while ago is my personal favourite. A DVD featuring a shitload of videos is included, and I do mean a shitload.

That's the very fella

I'd like to start one called Adolf Hitler and The Anti-Semitic or, less extreme, Maggie Thatcher's Fanny Batter. Any takers?

I'm sickened too. The bitch stole my milk, ordered the sinking of the Belgrano and used Scotland as a testing ground for poll-tax when it was first introduced. 'This lady's not for turning.' Well, Maggie, my stomach is.

You know, Archie. I agree with you entirely.