Society is in the gutter

If Gaspar Noe did christmas cards...

That human beings can be living in such conditions may seem obscene in a first world country

always like the "in a first world country" qualifier, like in a developing country obviously squalor is no big deal

well yeah tbh.

I would suggest the fact of there being more of it is not the same as it being nbd

its not the more of it its the 'could be worse, could be better' comparators

these days kids in the first world are spoilt when i were a lad we had one mobile phone between us and twere only for business now venezuelans are on twitter all day instead of making my trainers

I think if you stop the sentence at obscene you take nothing away from its intent and perhaps look a wee bit less of a douche

we can all agree

maybe a desperate attempt to wring a tiny drop of empathy out of ppl

Movie Based on a Tweet Is Actually Happening

we all end up with the boss baby we deserve

BOSS Baby the baby is an apartheid south africa secret policeman

https://www.theguardian.com/sport/blog/2017/oct/20/cricket-is-rotting-destroyed-icc-ecb-t20-test-matches

"cricket is rotting away. everything worthwhile about it is being destroyed"

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DMl3RMiU8AAgsGX.jpg

"we used to ogle women with honour"

lol that is some spectacular handwringing from engel

when i was a boy it was an honor and a privilege to shoot poor people of color in the head both here and abroad. everything has gone topsy turvy.

pay-off line of this SJenkins screed is in the spirit of this thread
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2017/nov/24/irish-border-hard-brexit-ireland

democracy has clocked off early and downed a few gallons of budget booze

Democracy, where is?

Any sort of border in Ireland, whether physical or regulatory, is politically impossible and publicly unpopular. That’s bad news for hard Brexiteers

yeah because Ireland is always at the front of those lads' minds

No results found for "what is the point of simon jenkins?"

when i first moved to the UK i really liked him but now i realize it was only ever because of his gratifyingly scornful arguments against military action in iraq. they were good columns to have written but they did unfortunately trick me into reading his other stuff :/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjJDekSculo

Before they could confiscate our sound system we would rave in the woods/warehouse. Everyone turned up to dance until sunlight and didn't even know who was playing at what time. We would dance to whatever was played and enjoy it. Pure positive vibes. The internet ruined it.

— HUD (UK) (@Hudskov) November 30, 2017

I remember when you had to call a Phone Number only a handful knew and form a convoy to follow "someone" who knew, to a venue "somewhere" to listen to "somebody". If they were actually the names on the flyers, BONUS!!! #BetterDays 🎶🎶🎶

— paul donaghy (@phax71) November 30, 2017

I miss not knowing what a tune is for years and eventually stumbling across it in some random record shop. Music isn’t cherished anymore !

— Insomniax (@insomniax_dnb) November 30, 2017

and we miss the days when the DJ just played the records 👊

— DarrenW (@dwoodyatt) November 30, 2017

And we danced 🙌

— DarrenW (@dwoodyatt) November 30, 2017

The days where you just turned up and danced all night without a care in the world (until the journey home)

— riptide (@riptidehardcore) November 30, 2017

No internet, or camera phones in those days! Months to hunt a record, I made vinyl DJ mixes on audio cassette and sent them in the post to promoters and printed magazines. It was simple, if the music was good then you were involved! No what you look like/dress like/followers etc!

— Rayees (@rayeesmusic) November 30, 2017

the fact that you can even recall on a day when the scene was like that is a blessing. Be grateful you’ve been at this level for this long! The little guys like us are so jealous!

— tvrnstyle (@NickPetTree) November 30, 2017

exclamation marks! when talking about something that doesn't happen today!

they make you hear the words! in a strange bemused angry voice!

it were a better time when nobody judged anybody and records were more inaccessible

"we would dance to whatever was played and enjoy it"

"those are good tunes and you'll dance to them by god"

9 phones and still can get you on one of them! Cannot drive. Swim? No chance! but having a moan!

Thanks Fabs, gives me an ideas for my SnB 2018 T-Shirt since i missed 2017. Also @djmarky ive not forgotten! all the best the Scottish cunt

— Stuart Not Provan (@ProvanStuart) December 1, 2017

ive read that 5 times now and i still cant make sense of it

Definitely the internet that ruined that scene and not, say, the 1994 Criminal Justice Act.

Aye, we made our own entertainment in those days and were glad of it.

the look-back bores were out in force in the 90's as well. There seemed to be no club you could go to for a night out that wasn't shite these days and had peaked in '89. And apparently the overpriced ecstasy from the late 80's was so much better than the adulterated rubbish we were necking as well.

I really miss the days as a DJ when you didn't have to be a media king , you didn't care about your billing on a flyer, you didn't have a rider, no one knew what you had for dinner and no one cared about how many followers you had . All that mattered was making people dance

— FABIO (@fabiodnb) November 30, 2017

"I miss being 20"

the weak actually was heroes back then a course

sad that he hates grooverider so much

"and we danced" is my favourite. The internet put a stop to all that

clubs today nothing but kids shazaming the sound of the other kids shazaming, a sorry state of affairs

there was a contract between dj and clubber - they played the tunes, we danced to them. these days it's never that simple. there are more tunes for one, and more djs. yes, it's music, but is it really music? are you really dancing to it?

time was when we'd drive around the M25 for 8 or 9 hours in my mate's Citreon Saxo until we got a text identifying the location of a rave going off in a field somewhere just south of Corby. then we'd drive up their in the dark with a tape full of tunes banging on the cassette player. today it's all Google Maps and USBs and air conditioning. these kids aren't ravers.

I hear you and your band sold all your turntables and bought guitars