― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Who's the shoddy speller? Iannucci or Morris?
― N., Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I look forward to viewing your spandex clad quim later.
― David, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jonnie, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chris, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tag, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pete, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tim, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Really sorry. Cos I have IMAGES in my head now.
― Mark C, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Nick Dastoor = Disco Rant OK
Nick Dastoor = Disco Rokant
Nick Dastoor = Disco Kno Art
Sorry. 23 minutes spent in traffic jam on A12 at Hatfield Peverel.
I have this sudden urge to say "drop that ming vase and hold me closer". Don't worry, it's an indie thing, it'll pass, I know I shouldn't give in to such temptations in public.
Erm, anyway. Smokehammer. Not very inspired. Amusing in places, never hilarious, often funnier in concept than in execution, not really as good as the Onion although possibly swearier, more political and more anti-American than the Onion could ever be (though whether these are good or bad things I'm not really sure)... I guess it's a dud. I'll probably still go and read it every week, though.
― Rebecca, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)