I bet he's a dickhead

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
Oh yeah. They are selfies in principle cos they are pictures of me selected by me etc. But basically I don't even know what a selfie is. Which makes it all the more galling to be so despised for doing them.
For example:

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IdleRich

IdleRich
mine started to in my mid thirties. I've got big but not that big thankfully, that's enormous. Like late stage Gerard Deperdiueu. I look better when I'm fat, I look my worst when I'm thin. But I feel better when I'm thin.
You definitely feel better when you're thin. Like I remember when I used to play five a side football a lot in London and over the years i would thin fat or whatever, but I noticed that being thin was one of the best indicators of performance - tricks come off more often, you win more fifty-fifties and you score more goals etc Whereas when I'm heavier, even if I'm playing more often and I feel my touch ought to be better and I should have a better rapport with the team it doesn't offer half the advantage in actuality.
 

version

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shakahislop

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maybe burial, despite seeming like a good bunch of lads in literally everything he does, has turned into a pillock by now, drives around in a beamer, stands to be a tory local councilor, stares at the tits of the barmaid even though it obviously makes her uncomfortable and he's a bit old for that now, barks at his assistant when he books him on Norwegian and not British Airways (or 'BA' as he calls them)
 

woops

is not like other people
maybe burial, despite seeming like a good bunch of lads in literally everything he does, has turned into a pillock by now, drives around in a beamer, stands to be a tory local councilor, stares at the tits of the barmaid even though it obviously makes her uncomfortable and he's a bit old for that now, barks at his assistant when he books him on Norwegian and not British Airways (or 'BA' as he calls them)
bit of a cheat mentioning famous musicians though especially ones who have come up from the "underground" to "mainstream success" i reckon there's a good hit rate there
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
My brother has a tattoo of the word 'GUILLOTINE' across the top of his crotch that extends down his penis, but he also has a tattoo on his calf of a small, cartoon penis with little feet and legs.
See this is what I mean @yyaldrin , not at all picking on @version here but isn't this just as mad as any of the people I mentioned? My point is that if we put our mind to thinking of them, we probably all have a few friends with some foibles or who have done some things, which, when written out in the cold light of day and pored over by a bunch of miserable gits, look pretty crazy.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
The one in that picture (my brother's wedding I think) is an extreme example... but maybe not the most extreme. If I could stay like this I would love it... but..
Actually, I dunno why I said it was at my brother's wedding, I just looked at it again and it was when I was in Russia in about 2012 I guess in a bar that I was about to DJ in called Solyanka.* That bloke standing next to me was an English guy that we met randomly in that bar and after we got talking it turned out that he is a mate of Jim ie MrSloane from dissensus. That was a weird coincidence right? I'm still in touch with that guy in fact, we met up in London when he came over to UK for a couple of days.

A month or two later that bar Solyanka was raided, a load of police busted in and they beat up a load of people before making everyone in there lie down face down with their hands cuffed behind their back. It never opened again. No-one seem to know for sure why that happened, the two theories most often put forward are

1. Mykki Blanco was due to play there shortly (that much is true) and the authorities therefore decided that the bar was too gay to exist
2. The bar had not paid off some mafia faction and that was their punishment.

No idea which is right. I know that the guy who booked me to play In Moscow used to own a record shop and its existence followed a pattern whereby he would open, it would sell records for a bit, then some gang would come and threaten him and demand more money than he could afford so he would shut the shop and start looking for a new place to re-open. He killed himself about a year later sadly and in my mind I always associate that constant stress as being a contributing factor although really I didn't know him well enough to say.

He was an amazing guy, always sort of swimming against the tide of what was expected of people in Moscow (I remember he took us to this rave that was just kind of winding down and they had built this amazing wooden village with four or five stages - somehow he managed to get thrown out about ten minutes after we arrived). We'd never met him before but he found me three or four places to play and made the whole thing fucking brilliant. He was one of those guys who was always organising stuff, his phone was always ringing with people asking him to sort out this or that for them. One of his friends was this kid called Timofey who was about 17 and he had this mini-factory making speed within about half a mile of the Kremlin, it kept us awake for days. Anyway Grisha was a really wicked guy and he was responsible for us having such an amazing time in Moscow. I always completely assumed that we would return the favour and bring his band (there is this amazing bit of footage somewhere of him playing drums is some punk band in a squat somewhere where there was really no stage and this really fucked guy kept staggering around and falling on top of the band etc etc until Grisha finally jumped to his feet, set about the cunt with his drumsticks and then chucked him back into the crowd) London and have some adventures together there, couldn't believe it when they contacted us to tell us the news.


*Solyanka is the name of a hearty, sour Russian soup. Liza was furious that it was not on their menu... though looking at the size of me that was maybe for the best
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
maybe burial, despite seeming like a good bunch of lads in literally everything he does, has turned into a pillock by now, drives around in a beamer, stands to be a tory local councilor, stares at the tits of the barmaid even though it obviously makes her uncomfortable and he's a bit old for that now, barks at his assistant when he books him on Norwegian and not British Airways (or 'BA' as he calls them)

"...I would say OI! Burial! NO! I appreciate your 'auntological reinterpretation of the UK garage and rave soundscape, but I will NOT 'ave you behavin' like THAT!"

 
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