oh god, you could tell who was reading this in the office by just listening to the punctuated guffaws from around the room.
we had to suffer through this album last week and it felt much, much longer than 2.5 hours.
it sold 76,000 copies in the first week - loads of people like it enough to stump up a tenner or whatever!
I think that says a lot about the state of the open sewer that is the general public
my mum has a radio one sessions cd from christmas in the car. its fucking nauseating, indie bands doing vanity hip hop covers and norah jonesalikes doing slowed down versions of the current indie pop hits. subsequently the idea of this new cd actually makes me feel a little carsick.
That's one jaw droppingly fucking excellent piece of writing
I got so upset writing it on the train that I nearly punched the ticket inspector when he told me my ticket wasn't valid. He threw me off in Stoke On Trent, where Kasabia and Robbie Williams are from and I nearly started crying.
Kasabian are from Leicester but you're near enough. I like Robbie - he cracks me up, but not for any other reason than he's a bit of a tom tit. I believe George Michael once attempted to sue the Sun because they implied he was gay.
ok that definitely worked -- just sent it around to everyone in the studio and the staggered guffaws soon followed
Right. This is Andy Parfitt's actual address:
andy.parfittr1@bbc.co.uk
Please take the time to point out to him what a fucking disgrace his radio station truly is.