The other day I was looking through some journals on here when I saw Lateralus's name so I thought I'd take a look at his journals to hopefully get some kind of initimate information about his feelings. But whats this... Marked as Private?! I don't know what he and all the other people with marked private Journals think they're hiding because It's not as if they are completely private. I reckon for fun the moderators and admins sit around masturbating over the Private journals in which moronic members think whatever they put there, their deepest darkest secrets are completely safe... FackingHell should be a Moderator, theres plenty of private journals which need to be exposed to the public.

Saw this amazing film yesterday, it's got to be the best film i've ever seen. The racism portrayed in this film is basically the same today except it's worse these days. The only real problem with this film is they overplay the 1980's stuff a bit, every five minuites somthing distinctly early 80's happens just to make sure you know what year it is (becuase england looks just the same as in this film nowadays, except instead of concrete they use thick paper to construct counsel housing) As someone who live's in Bradford which is in many respects alot like the place this film's set with similar surroundings and people I can relate to this film. Also shows you the kind of prickery from the perspective of Combo who was a complete retard, crosses on his forheard and fingers, Shows how is racism is reall jelousy caused by having a disfunctonal family (as seen towards the end)

I decided to start a hall of shame for SongMeanings.net members who at sometime or another get on my tits, or for some reason i feel that I need to use my photoshop powers against them, So far I have: Paul Stanley rox - [url]http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/6585/prattvs0.jpg[/url] Lateralus518 - [url]http://www.photocasket.com/funny/1badass8zz7hx.jpg[/url] This list will be updated on a regular basis.

So their I was, Skipping through the music channels on Sky+ seeing what I could Guffaw at. When suddenly I noticed a new channel. "Redemption TV" it was called so i thought, "i'll take a look at this". So I switched over to it and with great horror I discovered it was a channel dedicated to some kind of Scremometalpunkcrossovercore music. What made it even worse was the fact that the presenter had a fringe which he could touch his nipples with and a practically shaved head dyed black and a lip piercing. It was at that moment when I felt it was my duty to do somthing about it. So I went onto their website and sent them an email that went somthing like this: "Dear Redemption TV, I recently found my self in a situation of disalussion and shock as I switched to your channel. Not only was I greatly offended but I also feel as though I was violated. Please remove that disgusting presenter and please change your theme from the current "shitcore" to some good old fashion accoustic folk or delta blues. If you are tied for places to send your disgusting presenters I know a labour camp that will gladly take them on board. yours faithfully, John" I didnt get a reply so I tried sending the same message to the admins on their website so hopefully i will get some positive feedback sooner or later.

So there I was. Sat at the window. The Rain was pouring hard down onto the ground, I looked down like a Greek god on Olympus protected from all lifes problems as my neighbour stands there knocking on the door getting soaked. Probably inquiring about why one of his milk bottles went missing this morning. And as I sipped at my nice warm cup of stolen milky tea I remenised about when I was doing drills in Dover and it was the same kind of rain back then as what was drenching my neighbour at the door below. *que flashback* We were hiking along mud up to our knees through whatseemed to be some kind of swamp. The Previous day our section leader had left some of his army spam out of its air tight container and then eaten it. So every several minuites we were stopping while he went to take a shit. Chink, (A foreign lad) had blisters the size of balloons on his feet and to make it worse the thunder added to the inconveniance of the rain. At that moment, 20 talibanistanis jumped out of the reeds and beheaded everyone except me and chink who were forced to use our combined kungfu and Karate skills to beat them back to there underground volcano mosque. Then me and chink kicked in the door shot 2 or 3 thousand of them , We then left the token black guy with a nuke in his hand while at the same time the talibanbugstanis were coming in massive hordes and we just got to the end of the caves as it went off. We came to the end of the caves and there were two doors, I took the right, chink took the left I escaped by bungee jumping off a damn while chink took off in a plane with russians shooting at him. At that moment i woke up, my tea was cold and I remembered that I had watched golden Eye and Star ship troopers over the past couple of days. My neighbour had buggered off and I thought to myslef, "Im glad im not still in that swamp"

So there I was, Brousing the shelves of Bottlerack, I Picked up a 6 pack of strongbow and took it to the check out. I flipped out my wallet and got the proper sum of money out give or take a few pence and the old woman (who must have been going on in her late 70's or early 80's) asks me for id. And this is the first time Ive een asked for ID in almost 10 years! Shocked I said to her, "Do I look under 18?" and she says "We have to ID everyone under 21"annoyed now (Especially as im not a small man) I produce my driving license and am on my way, wondering whether I actually looked that young. Then just as I was thinking that The guy behind me who must have been in his 40's with Grey hair wrinkles and a large Mustach and she asks him "Have you any ID?" I mean, I know they are trying to cut down on numbers of illeagle drinkers but getting blind people to work behind the Till is ridiculous.

Ive decided that I hate HMV, I went there the other day to get some CD's, and after half an hour or so of brousing the "Indie/Pop Rock" and "Urban" sections I deducted that there was no Folk section, So between choosing the stairs and just going off to the shop down the road I decided to be adventurous and took a step up into the unknown. And so my quest continued up the stairs of HMV, and what did I find... Nothing other than the "Dance & R'n B" and "Metal" sections. Enfuriated by this I decided to go home and throw a brick through the window of HMV the following morning before work. But then I noticed another staircase in a dark corner practically hidden by a shelf of shitty B movie DVD's... Well the door didnt have an "Employees only" sign on it so i decided to go up the stair case.. When i got the top I discovered a dusty old room which no one had been in for what must have been.. hours, which is quite a long time considering how busy the shop was downstairs, and what did I find, Jazz and Classical music sections, knowing to myself that Jazz and classical music are both shit I decided to go with the brick plan when I noticed a dark corner which was practically hidden by a shelf of some stupid Mozart Vinyls. And so I threw this out of the way, smashing it into a million pieces and what do you know! The Blues and Folk section containing all of a dozen Cd's, And so I bought the Alan Lomax Song Book, Woody Guthrie and Blind Willie Mctell Cd's and went on my way... Needless to say I didnot throw a brick through their window or leave a bag of flaming shit on their doorstep. And so ended my quest with a trip to the pub followed by 8 hours of sleep and work the following morning...