Comments on: Friday Has a Visit to the Weeg Written All Over It

By: scotty battle

scotty battle — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:31:36 +0000

I think it was more like “filthy shagfest”

By: Dylan

Dylan — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 10:03:25 +0000

Scott, I’m not sure if you’re talking about when you asked me if Matthew was coming to Sneaky’s on Friday, but I don’t think my exact phrase was “…all for the love of a good woman”.

I’m sure I actually said “dirty weekend”, but then you could be talking about a different conversation altogether.

By: Scott Longmuir

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:26:30 +0000

ah matthew you missed our show. It went incredibly well, but we
were told you’re absence was all for the love of a good woman so that’s a worthy thing to miss it for! ok heres my late answers (blame meursault for me getting out of bed a couple hours ago)

1. Leaving things like paying bills to the last minute or getting drunk and not remembering anything.

2. Bright Eyes’ ‘Im wide awake its morning’ reminds me of when I first met ella and it’s the album that we had playing while she gave birth to Oskar.

3. trackies

4. scotch eggs

5. Yep has to be guess who. played it in sofis a few nights back whilst drunk and it was even better.

By: Mule

Mule — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 02:03:22 +0000

Jesus, I’m out of the loop in manchester.

However, here are my five and I hope they find all my edinburgh chums in rude health.

1) I am very good at breaking bones, which causes obvious histrionics around my parents. However, a particular memory needs sharing – whilst on crutches with 2 broken heels and a broken ankle, I found myself in Neil Pennycook’s flat with Neil and Matthew, arguing about which was the best Tom Waits album. Neil and I rightly went for Bone Machine, whilst Matthew foolishly let his emotions get the better of him and opted for Swordfish Trombones. Hence Matthew went home defeated and Neil and I continued to drink until 4:30 when I tried to get up, forgetting my broken bones and promptly fell on my face in the man’s flat, thus again making a tit of myself.

2) Oddly enough, tonight I felt nostalgic listen to For Emma, Forever Ago, by Bon Iver. Presumably over-rated and definitely not yet old enough for nostalgia.

3) Now I am a ‘proper journalist’ in Manchester, I have long pointy shoes which make me look like Davie Stott from Reeves & Mortimer. So very not me. Twat.

4) Kentucky Fucking Chicken

5) Guess Who. The shittest game ever, but somehow super awesome.

By: Agnes

Agnes — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 01:47:42 +0000

1. Nothing. I’m perfect.

2. 2004/2005

3. Heels

4. Gherkins

5. Guess Who

By: michael

michael — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 12:51:16 +0000

no its not a king rib either. look if your desperate to know what it is go and bloody buy one and eat the fucker. they are a treat.

By: Dylan

Dylan — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 02:05:15 +0000

King Rib! Fuck! I should’ve googled for King Rib!

By: Campfires & Battlefields

Campfires & Battlefields — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 22:31:32 +0000

Circular avatar! Booyah!

By: Campfires & Battlefields

Campfires & Battlefields — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 22:29:26 +0000

1. Belch at the dinner table.
2. Nostalgia about music begins when the band either breaks up or starts to suck, and you find yourself sighing a lot and thinking about how great they were “in their prime.”
3. Darth Vader costume.
4. Hog balls flambe.
5. Uncle Wiggly, hands down.

By: Matthew

Matthew — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:15:30 +0000

Oh Christ, ‘Mad’chester really didn’t catch on much with me. I only arrived in 1993, by which time it seemed to be rather petering out. Plus I fucking hate the Happy Mondays, which I don’t think helps.