| 2 entries | | |  | | | | Not pet hate; passionate hate. | wrote | | | The abominable cretins who can't shut the fuck up at gigs, especially post-rock/instrumental ones. Are you here only to mingle? Why enter the venue in order to continue the conversation you were having outside? There's a Starbucks around the fucking corner, you lobotomised vermin. Does it say ''Gormless unwashed, beer-swilling, cognitively-challenged, mongoloid oaf rambling about inconsequential bollocks'' on your ticket? I'm fairly sure that's not what I paid £25 for. I hope you die of cancer. | | | | | Top 10 | wrote | | Things I enjoy more than describing what exactly I do for a living:
1. Harakiri.
2. Sarah Palin's accent.
3. Being raped with a toilet plunger.
4. The BME Pain Olympics.
5. Self-immolation.
6. Modern 'indie'.
7. Walking through Shoreditch.
8. Babies on aeroplanes.
9. Dancing while sober.
10. The O'Reilly Factor. | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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