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Monday, January 20, 2003
OK, some gigs to temp you out of your web-hovels maybe? Those tiny blue children are venturing south of the Spaghetti junction on Friday the 24th of Jan, to throw guitar rock-god shapes in Old London Town at Sound, Wardour Street, just of Leicester Square. They're being busy little blue children at the moment, check out their website for all their Birmingham based giggery, so you know which pubs to avoid if the Whoreton sweating over a guitar whilst the Spychimp mumbles incoherently, tying a mic lead round his neck, doesn't appeal.
London based band The Urges play in my new neck of the woods, Kentish Town at the Bull & Gate on Wednesday 5th of Feb. As for me, well I saw those flaming lips on friday at the Academy - so two words to all you "up and coming" bands out there - dancing bunnies. Genius. Friday, January 10, 2003
Well a Happy Turkey of an Xmas and a Spunky-backpack of a Nu Year to you all floating, hung-over and bleary eyed, out there in cyberspace. Welcome to Paranoid Android films 2003, the all-singing, all-dancing, all-the-same site. A big welcome to all you guys who come loyally everyday looking for Pokeporn. I hope you find it, and it makes you very happy. Just try not to weep too hard as you catch site of yourself reflected in the PC screen at the moment you've just ejeculated your globules of cock snot into a tissue, with Pikachu still staring glassy eyed back at you, unaware of the atrocity you just commited in your mind.
As for my own unique style of porn, as soon as I get my scanner hooked up, there should be some nice incriminating photos of alcohorse induced booze-wrong, including the ever so erotic strip-poker as a spectator sport shots from Nu Years Eve. Did you all have a good one you little web-monkeys? Why not tell the world about your Nu Year shenanigans on this message board thread for simple-minded simpletons struggling to come to terms with what they have done in the name of Love. And if you haven't already been sent by b3ta then go check out this strange flying man. Well, I'm off to load body-parts into bin-bags with my quiet housemate. |
