Right then, new year, new time, and for a change I don't have to stay up until some ungodly hour to present it to you. For those of ye who don't already know about it:
I present a show at http://www.rarefm.co.uk/ which is UCL's student radio, available freely online all over this grey, miserable excuse for a planet. I'm pretty much the only resident metalhead on there, which makes me automatically brilliant, as you well know. I play pretty much anything that takes my fancy. It goes out at 6PM GMT (UK time).
Now, where do you come in? Well! Not only would it be lovely if you were to listen, I'd really appreciate it actually, but if you comment to this 'ere blog with a song you'd like me to play, I'm almost guaranteed to play it (so long as I don't think it's shit), and if you ask nicely I'll even mention your real name (not username).
And remember, listening to my show will increase the size of your penis and get you invited to three times as many parties as you currently already get invited to. If you get invited to none, you'll become the master of wanking. If you're a girl... psh, no girls listen to metal anyway.
OK, since I get bored of always having the same sig all the time, I'm going to try something new:
Revolving sig.
Every time I see a priceless quote, I whack it in the sig somewhere, with there being a max of 2 because otherwise it takes up a whole page. This be worth a try. If it doesn't work, then I go back to being boring again.
You Make Me Touch Your Hands For Stupid Reasons. URL won't work, but that's just awesome. If I ever record an album, the audio will be the hidden track.
Off to Reading this weekend. Incredible-I bought my ticket of londonticketshop. When the credit card bill came through, I noticed that the billing address was in Hungary. Bit weird for a shop with London in it's name. Cut a long story short, I've been scammed for 200 fucking quid. I've had to buy another ticket. Now, this is where it gets complicated: I live in Paris. Original plan was to fly up to Birmingham, train down to Reading. New plan: fly to Brum, train to London Euston, pick up ticket (journey on Tube), train to Reading. Turn up at like 6 in the evening instead of midday. Unbelievably pissed off, could actually kill someone, my fucking credit card info is out there somewhere, as well as my address, everything... that Cypress Hill song covered by RATM comes to mind: "How I could just kill a man". Toodles.
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