What Are you Listening to Right Now?

[Dr. Medulla]

Slayer rules.

I also enjoy a bit of Bruce Hornsby here and there.

You're talking about dismemberment, right?

[101Walterton]

Why not

[Heston]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

[Dr. Medulla]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

[Flex]

Slayer rules.

I also enjoy a bit of Bruce Hornsby here and there.

You're talking about dismemberment, right?

Saw him live 2 or 3 summers ago.

[Heston]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

[Dr. Medulla]

Slayer rules.

I also enjoy a bit of Bruce Hornsby here and there.

You're talking about dismemberment, right?

Saw him live 2 or 3 summers ago.

But he's dead now, right?

[Dr. Medulla]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

I so love your story of early adolescent trauma. It is perfectly stupid yet perfectly real and relatable.

[Flex]

Slayer rules.

I also enjoy a bit of Bruce Hornsby here and there.

You're talking about dismemberment, right?

Saw him live 2 or 3 summers ago.

But he's dead now, right?

Playing in Dillon this summer!

[101Walterton]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

It is in my house

[Dr. Medulla]

Slayer rules.

I also enjoy a bit of Bruce Hornsby here and there.

You're talking about dismemberment, right?

Saw him live 2 or 3 summers ago.

But he's dead now, right?

Playing in Dillon this summer!

Your reign of terror bears fruit still.

[Heston]

Why not

I wish it was 1979.

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

I so love your story of early adolescent trauma. It is perfectly stupid yet perfectly real and relatable.

Yeah, but at least I never wore unisex jeans with no back pockets to school. That would be traumatising, see a shrink for life stuff.

[Dr. Medulla]

I wish it was 1979.

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

I so love your story of early adolescent trauma. It is perfectly stupid yet perfectly real and relatable.

Yeah, but at least I never wore unisex jeans with no back pockets to school. That would be traumatising, see a shrink for life stuff.

My life has been about recovering (and failing) from that moment.

[Marky Dread]

That Freddie Goes to Honeywood shirt was still a few years in your future …

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

I so love your story of early adolescent trauma. It is perfectly stupid yet perfectly real and relatable.

Yeah, but at least I never wore unisex jeans with no back pockets to school. That would be traumatising, see a shrink for life stuff.

My life has been about recovering (and failing) from that moment.

I remember back in the 70s when I asked my mum for some patch pocket trousers to wear to school as lots of kids were wearing them and they were that weeks fashion. My mum says I've got a friend who's a seamstress she'll make you a pair. So I'm thinking great and throw away my old school trousers that had seen better days. The weekend passes and the new trousers arrive and boy these trousers were the most hideous thing I have ever seen. They were made from some sort of crimpolene material I knew in an instance that I was in for the most piss taking day of my life. I get on the school bus and the sniggering starts get to school and the finger pointing starts man I just want a huge hole to open up and swallow me. All day comments "hey you who made your trousers the local council?" by mid afternoon I had enough one lad opens his mouth once too often so I fill it with my fist. Straight to the headmasters office who is threatening to expel me. He wants to know what the fight is over so I show him my trousers and the fucker takes one look at them and starts laughing. I get home that evening and rescue my old trousers from the bin and hid the new ones under my bed. Eventually throwing them in the bin and telling my mum I couldn't find them. She suggested getting her friend to make me another pair. Somehow I managed to avoid getting another pair but the whole thing traumatised me for a while. Thank fuck there were no pictures taken of me wearing those fuckers! I was 11 at the time and thank fuck punk was just around the corner.

[Dr. Medulla]

FRANKY SAYS BUILD ME A TIME MACHINE

I so love your story of early adolescent trauma. It is perfectly stupid yet perfectly real and relatable.

Yeah, but at least I never wore unisex jeans with no back pockets to school. That would be traumatising, see a shrink for life stuff.

My life has been about recovering (and failing) from that moment.

I remember back in the 70s when I asked my mum for some patch pocket trousers to wear to school as lots of kids were wearing them and they were that weeks fashion. My mum says I've got a friend who's a seamstress she'll make you a pair. So I'm thinking great and throw away my old school trousers that had seen better days. The weekend passes and the new trousers arrive and boy these trousers were the most hideous thing I have ever seen. They were made from some sort of crimpolene material I knew in an instance that I was in for the most piss taking day of my life. I get on the school bus and the sniggering starts get to school and the finger pointing starts man I just want a huge hole to open up and swallow me. All day comments "hey you who made your trousers the local council?" by mid afternoon I had enough one lad opens his mouth once too often so I fill it with my fist. Straight to the headmasters office who is threatening to expel me. He wants to know what the fight is over so I show him my trousers and the fucker takes one look at them and starts laughing. I get home that evening and rescue my old trousers from the bin and hid the new ones under my bed. Eventually throwing them in the bin and telling my mum I couldn't find them. She suggested getting her friend to make me another pair. Somehow I managed to avoid getting another pair but the whole thing traumatised me for a while. Thank fuck there were no pictures taken of me wearing those fuckers! I was 11 at the time and thank fuck punk was just around the corner.

Oof. I knew a couple kids growing up who wore homemade jeans. Not good. In retrospect, man, kids are hard bastards in terms of enforcing pants orthodoxy.