Drunk and in lockdown; never thought I'd do one of these but I've found meself wanting to. This is probs the last thing I'll do on this account. I'm 20 an from Liverpool, been on the site for nearly 7 years so ask me whatever yous like
Not love to hate. Hate to love. We all have them, no shame (well...), songs that you're almost embarrassed to enjoy. Heres a few of mine...
Say what you want but it's a f***ing banger... an it dropped in one of the best years of my life. Tunes like this (for better or for worse - mostly for worse) defined summer.
If I'm honest ninety percent of Pits songs fall in this category (to be expected from the man who names himself Mr Worldwide) but theres nothing quite when this song drops into a butchered Take On Me remix
I hear this song an kid me goes mad. I'll be fifty an won't have heard this song for the past thirty years an still know every word
If you've heard it (an you've defo heard it), you know...
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Just a little thing I thought would be a laugh. Every now and then I'll showcase some mad and/or funny and/or general anything-I-want'ery that'll show you the best the UK has to offer...
Starting with the classic Cheltenham lads who banged their mates' speakers on the back of the whip and blasted Vengaboys through the city centre and attracted the human creme of the crop (aka. English alcoholics plastered of their barnet)... Best of Britain, everyone;
Thanks for reading, Gil
Just finished ST Season 2 and figured that - since you all hold my opinions in such high regard - yes you do, stop lying to yourself - that I'd talk about one aspect of the show that piqued my interest. Oh yeah...
Off Topic: Quality allusion right there btw^^^
I'll start by saying, like the rest of the world, I thought that the first season was tip top. Like; it was intense, sometimes funny, and seriously gripping. I burnt through the entire season in a single day. Now to best explain how Season 2 stands in relation to the first I'll give you an analogy - that I was previously very proud of until I had a look and it turns out everyone else drew the same parallel - and I'll liken Season 1/Season 2 to Alien and Aliens (the sequel).
Remember those little films right? I mean it's not like they weren't big-f***-off-blockbusters. You know what actually, if you don't know them, then stop reading cause this isn't for you.
The original Ridley Scott classic was essentially a sci-fi slasher. It was heavily atmospheric, terrifying and every bit relentless as it's shoot-em-up successor. Primarily focussed on the single extraterrestrial antagonist that progressively slaughtered the lone ships crew with animalistic cruelty. All the cards weren't down and it kept an ace up it's sleeve until the opportune moment. What I'm saying is Scott gave you a three course meal in the first movie but served it all on the one plate the second time around. The sequel, Aliens, is a lot more akin to a straight up action movie. We need to up the stakes; more Aliens! It needs to be bigger and better; more guns, MORE EVERYTHING!
Stranger Things 2 follows this same philosophy. Season 1 threw a curveball at every chance it got. It took half the season to get a partial look at the single inter-dimensional predator but it never lost momentum. You didn't get the chance to stand around and think before it dropped another spanner in the works. Half the game was figuring out what the hell is going on. And that's the thing; we were drip fed tit-bits of information to work with. We found out how the creature behaved, what started the mysterious chain of events, how the cast figured it all out and what came from it. Season two gives you very little of that. The game is up, cats out the bag so let's go balls to the wall. More monsters, bigger monsters but lower stakes. See, season one saw the diverging sub-plots amalgamate and develop into a unified entity. But in the sequel some storylines could drastically change or be removed indefinitely and the end result would still be the same. In spite of the constant stream of hype we still ended up knowing next to nothing more than we did going into the season. Holy shit there's a huge shadow-monster running around in the Upside Down and... oh, yeah... that's it. there simply isn't enough to invest in this season. It's less mysterious, less suspenseful and the only think it really dials up is the action.
Not to say season 2 is poor. I thought it was pretty sick to be honest. I also thought Aliens was a quality movie too but it's not the suspenseful horror movie that Alien was. I don't consider either of the two genres intrinsically better than the other but in both cases I would say that the predecessor succeeds were the sequel doesn't.
Season two is a well executed continuation from season one but it's undoubtably not the exceptional show that the original was.
Thanks for reading, Gil
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So last night I'm camping with my mates and me n' Toby go on a quick gander round. We're walking around and I pull out a Galaxy Ripple. I didn't think much of it at the time but Tobe seemed fixated on this chocolate bar. I open it and take a brute of a bite, then Tobe says to me
"I'll let you into a secret once you've finished that"
Now it's important to know we've been bonging away all night and I'm totally not stoned outta my mind, promise. Anyway my mouth is dry as a bone. Like struggling to speak kinda dry, I was expecting to get used to it. Then I feel my jaw lock and movements get laborious. If I had to describe the feeling it's like trying to open your mouth with one hundred elastic bands attached to your teeth. Then this is were it gets trippy. Because I'm one hundred percent legitimately not high I've got a sort of euphoric hyper-awareness, it's like being consciously aware of subconscious actions. And I can feel this chocolate bar turning into cement in my mouth and I can feel every instinctive my body makes to consume it. At this point Tobe starts talking again - now I can't quite remember what he said word for word but I know it went like this;
"Now the secret is that when you eat a ripple - and don't ask me why cause it doesn't do it with any other chocolate bar - flakes, twirls or anything else - just ripples - but when you eat a ripple it somehow becomes the stickiest substance in the world. It turns to a paste in your mouth and it's like chewing a mouthful of glue."
Now he's saying this and I'm simultaneously feeling the chocolate thicken in my mouth.
"And then you try and use your tongue but it's just not working like it should"
As I'm trying to use my tongue to scrape this chocolate paste off, my tongues is pinned to the roof of my mouth and it's feels like my mouth was just filled with custard. The combination of Tobe's hillarious parallel narration, in meticulous and completely accurate detail, and element of confusion - wondering why is this happening to me? - I'm stuck bordering on anxious and trying to burst out laughing with a mouthful of chocolate superglue. Then - after his fair share of hysterical laughter - Toby continues, his voice at least an octave higher than I've ever heard it.
"And the only way to get rid of it is try and vacuum it down your throat"
He says this moments after I've started contracting my throat, struggling to swallow this ungodly paste.
"And you're trying to suck it up but its like, hummus. Yeah that's what it's like, it's like drinking hummus... through a straw"
And honestly that's the most accurate description you've ever heard. It took me a straight two minutes, maybe more, to finally rid my mouth of that poison before Toby - the ignorant, motherf****** hippie tosser - handed me a bottle of water!
Moral of the story? If you're high, maybe just dehydrated, never, ever touch a Galaxy Ripple. You'll regret every decision you've ever made. And don't be mates with Toby!
No meaningful correlation between the title of this thread and the folk song of the same name - though if you clicked that then you're a fackin' skitz c**t - and if you caught that refererence then... unfrigginbeliveable (honestly if you can keep up then you're on fire!).
Unfortunatley, my days in Liverpool are reaching their end. With Uni round the corner it's time for me to move on. Still I can't help but reflect on the time I've spent here. I mean Liverpool has been a f***ing huge part of my life. I've been watching the Reds play at Anfield since 6 years old, I went to Primary in Liverpool, when I started high school we'd chill in the city, I left home andstayed with my cousin in a town outside the city, I lived with a friend in the city during summer break in my final year of high school, in College we'd go drinking in the city centre - fake ID's at the ready - and scrounge around the dodgiest pups to get a few bevs. And I'll give you one guess where we go clubbing now...... that's right, Newcastle!!! Cause that place is MAD! xD (What can I say, we can't win 'em all)
Of all the shit that I got up to, of which I've had more than my fair share, 90% of them start and end - most of the time - in Liverpool. Except that time in the Lakes... oh and the thing with that dealer in Stoke.... and the Romanian shenanigans..... ahhh, good times. Maybe I'll talk about them some other time.
I only ever lived in Liverpool briefly but my life's been here as long as I can remeber and I'll be sad to finally leave. I wasn't ever going to stay forever but it'll always be home.
Guess it's Leeds' turn to bear witness to my elegance!!!
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