I still haven't managed to get past 2:05 in holding my breath.
Best name for a song I've heard this week: "Almost Only Counts in Horseshoes and Handgrenades." Unfortunately the band's the song doesn't live up to its name.
I have recently discovered PureVolume, which means that everyone else probably knew about it 1994 and there are infinitely better versions of the same thing, but I've still been enjoying it. Because you just can't get enough Christian artists and 17-year-old-laden punk bands recording tinny versions of bad songs.
Please help me to Google bomb the Conservative candidate for Cardiff West by clicking on this link: "y plentyn gordderch Ian Beale."
That's Welsh for "the bastard son of Ian Beale." The reason should be obvious when you see a picture of him (for those of you playing along at home, Ian Beale is a character in EastEnders who seems to be turning heel these days).