tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post1282587307806270826..comments2024-02-12T20:40:09.131+01:00Comments on Mutant Cat: Ah, lets settle down to some good old fashioned tradition...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01639879112148818986noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post-57325487182472980932008-08-09T11:26:00.000+02:002008-08-09T11:26:00.000+02:00You're very kind... a characteristic of yours I've...You're very kind... a characteristic of yours I've previously underestimated. It has to be said though, I do go on at length about nothing in particular. But what can I do when it's all I've got? well.. apart from looks, a cheeky smile, and the wearing of my cap at a jaunty angle.Ronaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05262559189959653957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post-70948435861570607682008-08-08T13:48:00.000+02:002008-08-08T13:48:00.000+02:00Oh.. I thought it was wonderful.. anything that st...Oh.. I thought it was wonderful.. anything that stimulates the brain is good. I was just overwhelmed by the brilliance and didn't know how to reply..<BR/><BR/>honestMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01639879112148818986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post-79960941574489454272008-08-07T22:07:00.000+02:002008-08-07T22:07:00.000+02:00I know, it's appalling. Now you know why I don't b...I know, it's appalling. Now you know why I don't blog.Ronaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05262559189959653957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post-11579853039675816662008-08-07T17:50:00.000+02:002008-08-07T17:50:00.000+02:00Er.. yeah.Er.. yeah.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01639879112148818986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13855432.post-21754477875738318482008-08-06T21:22:00.000+02:002008-08-06T21:22:00.000+02:00Ah, disciples, the original rock fans..."That whic...Ah, disciples, the original rock fans..."That which we have heard... which we have seen..." etc - they've felt it they've seen it they've been right between it, so to speak... and now they're bearing witness. It's what happens when you've seen your favourite performer in concert and want to tell all of your friends about it - Clapton is God! Zeppelin walk on water; or, in the beginning their was the King... Elvis! That sort of thing. All the time after these gigs you hear "we are declaring unto you, oh yea and verily that like us, you too should follow". Of course we don't, maybe cuz we think they're shit, too old, or sound better in the recording studio, but mostly it's because we don't like having it rammed down our throats. I have a colleague who talks about "his" music as if it's absolute, and he's forever giving me shitloads of mp3s... The Cure, The Editors, Bowie, all sorts. But I never, not ever, take the trouble to listen. No disrespect to the Artistes but I resent attempts at proselytising. Maybe it's just me. Anyway, I think the God-botherers ought to get themselves some slick marketing done and do it by more subtle means. They could use tried and trusted means like including bare, or nigh on bare women, in their adverts... or maybe aim at specific markets - "Take God's direction and enhance your erection!" or, "Jesus saves, but also slims!".<BR/><BR/>By the way, I've just got into a German group called Rammstein by way of an album entitled Ries Ries... fooking marvellous... so I say unto you, I have seen, I have heard...Ronaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05262559189959653957noreply@blogger.com