haha... i find it quite funny that your grandparents were colonisators (how do you spell that word?) and you are a socialist. big up!tr0tsky wrote:I'll dig out my photos of the Dharavi (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dharavi) slum in Mumbai when I get home.
Then you'll have something to be outraged over.
For now I'm still basking in the bliss that my Great Grandparents left that country so I could return 100 years down the line and sleep in a bed in a 4* hotel.
forthcoming 12", spring/summer 2015:Legend4ry wrote:Well I am still living in that haze that dubstep is about a dark room with a big system, peoples with their heads down and trigger fingers in the air.
paravrais wrote:It genuinely was a couple of years before I realised it was pronounced re-noise not ren-wah
Make me sum currytr0tsky wrote:You got the wrong end of the stick man.
I'm Indian.
My great grandparents were taken from India inna babylonian captivity
paravrais wrote:It genuinely was a couple of years before I realised it was pronounced re-noise not ren-wah
doing what exactly?,if it's not too rude to ask.firky wrote:got a job interview in oxford, would mean moving to oxford tho'
hmmmm
Mate lives in Oxford and while it is nice,fuck me I'd be going postal within a week.It always amazes me how big the homelessness and drug addiction problems are there too.firky wrote:crisis are opening up a skylight centre in oxford
http://www.crisis.org.uk/pages/crisis-s ... ondon.html
i'll go to the interview and make me mind up should i get it, don't fancy oxford tho', nice city and that but dull and full of the kind of people i hate.
There are three good things about Oxford... bicycles, drinks offers and tidy intellectual skirt.Pi-Krust wrote:Mate lives in Oxford and while it is nice,fuck me I'd be going postal within a week.It always amazes me how big the homelessness and drug addiction problems are there too.firky wrote:crisis are opening up a skylight centre in oxford
http://www.crisis.org.uk/pages/crisis-s ... ondon.html
i'll go to the interview and make me mind up should i get it, don't fancy oxford tho', nice city and that but dull and full of the kind of people i hate.
nowaysj wrote:I wholeheartedly believe that Michael Brown's mother and father killed him.
Leave me and my eccles cakes alone you rottergwa wrote:a bit like an Eccles cake, looks nice. tastes awful
.Nail on the head, I have a friend down there too and have stopped at hers for long weekends and that, gorgeous house, beautiful city and some great pubs with some amazing real ales but no way could I love there with out killing a couple of Oxbridge tories.Pi-Krust wrote:Mate lives in Oxford and while it is nice,fuck me I'd be going postal within a week.It always amazes me how big the homelessness and drug addiction problems are there too.
Pi-Krust wrote:Leave me and my eccles cakes alone you rottergwa wrote:a bit like an Eccles cake, looks nice. tastes awful
One day when I'm in charge all prisons will become eccles cake factories and people like you will be locked up and made to work in them
Yeah RJD2 is the one man, he knows how to make a grooooooooooveDRTY wrote:That RJD2 thread. Never heard of the guy........ Love finding out about people you've never heard of before and instantly loving their music.
Alright my yout, mi and dis fine gyal decide we waan fi go park, we went pon swing, pon
slide, and even have good time bounce pon teeter-totter. Buoy, it fun mi tell yuh. Been long
since we frolic ina park. We sit dung a ground fi have lunc, afta lunch she waan fi go home,
so we went to her house fi watch movie and sinting. Mi tell you, the gyal mus be one freak,
cause she jump pon my lap and start suck out mi face. After 5 minute the blood clot phone
ring and mi answer. One rated man come yell ina mi ear, man was livid! Him say sumthing like
"YO STAR, A WEH YOU A DO WIT MI PICKEY?" Mi just give one sour look pon my girl face and ask
a wuh dis man bussiness? Gyal tell me her dad ded, him ina ground, ded, ded, ded. A WHO DI
BUMBACLOT DEH PON MY PHONE?
Dude...... that shit is older than the internet, for real. It used to be sent as a series of SMS messages back in the day, I haven't seen it for years!!! Cheers manNilsFG wrote:WHO WAS PHONE?Alright my yout, mi and dis fine gyal decide we waan fi go park, we went pon swing, pon
slide, and even have good time bounce pon teeter-totter. Buoy, it fun mi tell yuh. Been long
since we frolic ina park. We sit dung a ground fi have lunc, afta lunch she waan fi go home,
so we went to her house fi watch movie and sinting. Mi tell you, the gyal mus be one freak,
cause she jump pon my lap and start suck out mi face. After 5 minute the blood clot phone
ring and mi answer. One rated man come yell ina mi ear, man was livid! Him say sumthing like
"YO STAR, A WEH YOU A DO WIT MI PICKEY?" Mi just give one sour look pon my girl face and ask
a wuh dis man bussiness? Gyal tell me her dad ded, him ina ground, ded, ded, ded. A WHO DI
BUMBACLOT DEH PON MY PHONE?
Jamaican Patois SMS messages were never a succes in Belgium.firky wrote:Dude...... that shit is older than the internet, for real. It used to be sent as a series of SMS messages back in the day, I haven't seen it for years!!! Cheers manNilsFG wrote:WHO WAS PHONE?Alright my yout, mi and dis fine gyal decide we waan fi go park, we went pon swing, pon
slide, and even have good time bounce pon teeter-totter. Buoy, it fun mi tell yuh. Been long
since we frolic ina park. We sit dung a ground fi have lunc, afta lunch she waan fi go home,
so we went to her house fi watch movie and sinting. Mi tell you, the gyal mus be one freak,
cause she jump pon my lap and start suck out mi face. After 5 minute the blood clot phone
ring and mi answer. One rated man come yell ina mi ear, man was livid! Him say sumthing like
"YO STAR, A WEH YOU A DO WIT MI PICKEY?" Mi just give one sour look pon my girl face and ask
a wuh dis man bussiness? Gyal tell me her dad ded, him ina ground, ded, ded, ded. A WHO DI
BUMBACLOT DEH PON MY PHONE?
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