radioheadrule83
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Irrelevant off topic story
I went out last night.
First I went for a drink near where I live. I walked into the place, got to the bar, ordered a drink and started humming. Then I realised someone had put "The Heat Is On" from Beverly Hills Cop on the jukebox. This is a song that in critique among friends, I would probably proclaim a load of plain old bollocks. But put enough drink in me and its the fucking mutts nuts. I get really excited... It doesn't compare to something like "Living on a Prayer" for communal effect, but its still pretty good. I got a taxi to take me and my friends into the city and it came on the radio -- a freaky coincidence to be sure. I never deliberately expose my ears to this stuff, but already I've heard it twice now. I'm sitting there trying to not enjoy it, but my secret shame at this point is that I've got a thirst for it. Deep down I knew. I had not yet had my fill of air guitars and I was questioning whether it could really be qualified as a good night unless I ended up with my tie around my head. I had not heard enough robot-dance or body-pop inspiring cheese.
My more musically sober friends were distraught when some of us conspired to have us enter a club called Reflex in Liverpool and stay there for the better part of the night... why would they care? Its a dive. Shitty aesthetics, no class, some guy bothers you in the toilets for money (I don't even know if you're allowed to wash your own hands with him there doing it for you. He also offers you an assortment of aftershaves he calls "pussy magnet"), you come out reeking of smoke (or pussy magnet... or both) -- the gender ratio isnt the best either.
Shit though... I fucking love the place. The heat was indeed, on...
I mean -- look at this shit! Space Invader sequence lights, a big rubiks cube instead of a disco ball (although of course they had those too)...
They had fucking Pacman and Galaga... Mr T and David Hasselhoff paintings on the walls... me and my friends were wearing suits. I've never secretly craved shoulder pads more in my life.
Okay so given that you now know about my regrettable taste, imagine my pant shitting joy when I saw that this was on sale right NOW:
Singstar 80s
Official Site: http://www.singstargame.com/
Tracklist:
Alice Cooper Poison
Belinda Carlisle Heaven Is A Place On Earth
Billy Joel Uptown Girl
Blondie Atomic
Culture Club Karma Chameleon
Dexy's Midnight Runners Come On Eileen
Dolly Parton Nine To Five
Duran Duran Rio
Erasure A Little Respect
Europe The Final Countdown
Fairground Attraction Perfect
Foreigner I Want To Know What Love Is
Frankie Goes To Hollywood The Power Of Love
Kate Bush Running Up That Hill
Katrina And The Waves Walking On Sunshine
Madness Our House
Madonna Material Girl
Marillion Kayleigh
Nena 99 Red Balloons
Run DMC It's Tricky
Simple Minds Don't You (Forget About Me)
Soft Cell Tainted Love
Starship We Built This City
Survivor Eye Of The Tiger
Tears For Fears Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The Cure Just Like Heaven
The Pretenders Brass In Pocket
Tina Turner Simply The Best
Vanilla Ice Ice Ice Baby
Wham! Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
It could do with more hard rock and metal, but its not a bad mix really.
Can you imagine a room full of drunken degenerates like myself drinking and playing this game? The music videos are included too! Imagine. Just close your eyes, relax and try to see the poor makeup and big hair flying about on a 42" plasma, or even try and get a feel for the noise we'd be making... resist the urge to gouge out your eyes and stuff them in your ears. Thats only natural, but its wrong. This might be the best videogame ever!
~£18 without the microphone on Play.com
~£30 with it
For the love of God, someone give me thirty quid!
I went out last night.
First I went for a drink near where I live. I walked into the place, got to the bar, ordered a drink and started humming. Then I realised someone had put "The Heat Is On" from Beverly Hills Cop on the jukebox. This is a song that in critique among friends, I would probably proclaim a load of plain old bollocks. But put enough drink in me and its the fucking mutts nuts. I get really excited... It doesn't compare to something like "Living on a Prayer" for communal effect, but its still pretty good. I got a taxi to take me and my friends into the city and it came on the radio -- a freaky coincidence to be sure. I never deliberately expose my ears to this stuff, but already I've heard it twice now. I'm sitting there trying to not enjoy it, but my secret shame at this point is that I've got a thirst for it. Deep down I knew. I had not yet had my fill of air guitars and I was questioning whether it could really be qualified as a good night unless I ended up with my tie around my head. I had not heard enough robot-dance or body-pop inspiring cheese.
My more musically sober friends were distraught when some of us conspired to have us enter a club called Reflex in Liverpool and stay there for the better part of the night... why would they care? Its a dive. Shitty aesthetics, no class, some guy bothers you in the toilets for money (I don't even know if you're allowed to wash your own hands with him there doing it for you. He also offers you an assortment of aftershaves he calls "pussy magnet"), you come out reeking of smoke (or pussy magnet... or both) -- the gender ratio isnt the best either.
Shit though... I fucking love the place. The heat was indeed, on...
I mean -- look at this shit! Space Invader sequence lights, a big rubiks cube instead of a disco ball (although of course they had those too)...
They had fucking Pacman and Galaga... Mr T and David Hasselhoff paintings on the walls... me and my friends were wearing suits. I've never secretly craved shoulder pads more in my life.
Okay so given that you now know about my regrettable taste, imagine my pant shitting joy when I saw that this was on sale right NOW:
Singstar 80s
Official Site: http://www.singstargame.com/
Tracklist:
Alice Cooper Poison
Belinda Carlisle Heaven Is A Place On Earth
Billy Joel Uptown Girl
Blondie Atomic
Culture Club Karma Chameleon
Dexy's Midnight Runners Come On Eileen
Dolly Parton Nine To Five
Duran Duran Rio
Erasure A Little Respect
Europe The Final Countdown
Fairground Attraction Perfect
Foreigner I Want To Know What Love Is
Frankie Goes To Hollywood The Power Of Love
Kate Bush Running Up That Hill
Katrina And The Waves Walking On Sunshine
Madness Our House
Madonna Material Girl
Marillion Kayleigh
Nena 99 Red Balloons
Run DMC It's Tricky
Simple Minds Don't You (Forget About Me)
Soft Cell Tainted Love
Starship We Built This City
Survivor Eye Of The Tiger
Tears For Fears Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The Cure Just Like Heaven
The Pretenders Brass In Pocket
Tina Turner Simply The Best
Vanilla Ice Ice Ice Baby
Wham! Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
It could do with more hard rock and metal, but its not a bad mix really.
Can you imagine a room full of drunken degenerates like myself drinking and playing this game? The music videos are included too! Imagine. Just close your eyes, relax and try to see the poor makeup and big hair flying about on a 42" plasma, or even try and get a feel for the noise we'd be making... resist the urge to gouge out your eyes and stuff them in your ears. Thats only natural, but its wrong. This might be the best videogame ever!
~£18 without the microphone on Play.com
~£30 with it
For the love of God, someone give me thirty quid!