driving home for christmas?
Tue, 2003-12-23 20:42
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driving home for christmas?
Anyone ever been driving home for Christmas when that song has come on the radio?
Its never happenedto me but if it did I tell you now I'dtrash the effing car then find the nearest bloody station. No way am I staying in a vehicvle playing cheap exploitatoinal garbage like that over the holiday season.
How did any record company think such a disgusting noise would add value to anyones' chriustmas experience?
Len are you going to tell us who you really are just for christmas?
I like Chris Rea. His 'On The Beach ' just hits the spot for summer sandcastle building, while 'Driving' is the perfect antidote to the long miles of a home-bound trip. 'Road to Hell' is the perfect companion for an unexpected traffic jam, and his jocose appearances on 'Never Mind the Buzzcocks' aid my relaxation when channel-hopping. Far from censuring its appearance I try to ensure that this seasonal track is on when I'm driving home for Christmas.
Flash no way can I tell you my name mate
I work in f/ucking PR & empoloyee comms OK? I'd lose all my sodding clients for sure if they read my comments. I'm already crap at my job, so don't make matters worse for me.
Jeff On THe Beacxh is the same kind of cheap exploitational crap as driving home. these are songs written by by f/ucking marketing departments not creative artistes.
And before anyone suggests it im not pitching for the ABC tales PR account. use me when you're becoming too bloody famous and want to be less well known.
I'm typing 'bout a white Christmas
Just like the trolls we used to know.
Where the knuckles glisten,
And threaders listen
To hear slayed balls in the snow.
I'm typing 'bout a shite Christmas
With every Christmas post I write.
May your days be porny and bright.
And may all your knuckle-ings be white.
>> ...'Road to Hell' is the perfect companion for an unexpected traffic jam... <<
You obviously don't live within the vicinity of the M25, Jeff. As you maybe know, 'Road To Hell' is about the longest carpark in the universe, all 112 miles of it. It was the 'unexpected' bit that prompted me to reply. There's nothing unexpected about that ******* road.
You're right, I don't. Our traffic jams spring up and then drop off just as suddenly. It is uncanny though how they disappear during the school holidays. What happened to walking to school or getting the bus? Ah. Getting the bus. The social interaction. The erratic driving. The strange smelly boy sitting on his own eating an orange.
I was only eating the orange because Rachel had nicked the pies.
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Sorry I nicked your lunchbox that time, Hox.