It a short blog today but just heard the wonderfull wonderfull news. That right those furry fragles are to made into a movie. Oh wow. I love that our generation is the ones at the whell. You see the internet is becoming for the young. As much i love a poke around on the internet i dont use it like i should.

My 17 year old cousin has been on facebook for all of 5 mins and already has over 867 pictures of herself on it. Now most of my friends only have about 10 photos on thier and there ones that have made it on because well lets face it they where pissed as a fart. Crazy days.

I mean facebook appeals to this geneation because it free. Got loads of photos of yourself stick them facebook your mate get them for free. Win Win all round.

But when movies and music are concered everything is point at the slighty older still. I mean everyone over the age of 25 would have scremed when they saw the article in the paper saying 3 words “Fraggle Rock Movie”. You would rushed to work with a spring in your step. You may even have wanted to change your facebook status for the first time in 4 days. To …cant wait for fraggle rock. Lets face it we rule it all.

Take That,Boyzone and the Spice girls all got back together to pull at our nostalgia (and purse) strings. Lets face 25 - 30 is the movie and music rulers. 16 - 25 Facebook and Myspace. I would not have it any other way

A new Edd Egg Animation is now up on Edd Egg.com.

Come check out the newest episode whilst we wait for Mark to upload the new video!

Alright seems like Eddie cranks out blogs like fine wine thought I best keep up. So here we go my first religious posting. Me and Eddie have always been quite different people. I think that’s why we work so well together (never confused). Anyway, Reading his donor card blog got me thinking and now it’s time to weight in my religious views.

I Believe in god, I do I think it’s everywhere. But I have one different option from most of the free world. I believe that God without doubt just has to be a woman. (The crowd all roll back with shock) Yes without doubt god as to be a women. I know what you’re thinking. But so when I do talk about this these are some of the questions I end up having to answer

If God is a women then surly men would give birth

Answer:Okay fair point. Child birth by the looks of things smarts a bit so yes indeed if god was a women she would have giving the job to the men. But here the rub, I sometimes get stomach aches. Stress, Bad Diet too much Coke Cola. When I get these I lay in bed cramped up in pain. Thinking that is it the stomach cancer I feared for years. I mean talk about pathetic. Now God in her infinite wisdom saw that let’s face it men can’t deal with a simple fecking cold then how the hell could we deal the pain of child birth. So in the end begrudging she had to give it to women. Cos men just could not take it

Surly more women would be in power

Answer: Again a fair point. Women have always struggled to get ahead in this world. That again does not seem fair. But then again when have women not had power in this world. Some of the world most important people have fallen for the charms of women. So I ask when did men ever have power. Women have a wonderful way of stripping it from you. Let’s take Man’s Man Frank Lampard. (Not my views hate frank lampard) He is Chelsea thou and thou he says. However wife wants to live abroad, so rumours start, then next thing you know bags packed off we go (to kiss his AC Milian Page). So I ask when you have not had power.

Okay those are about the only question I get but I have a few points of my own forming that I think way up the argument some more

What man works on their day off: Let’s face god made the world in 7 days. But he rested on Sunday but some daft prat decided let’s go to church on Sunday. If god was a man he would just say bugger off.

Women never want the attention: if God was a man let’s face it he would have made himself know by now. Because the men would have wanted to show off in front of other men. Women are happier to sit back and let the world pass by so like all women have a said in their lives “I don’t want a fuss”

The world is a beautiful place ever let a man decorate: The earth is a wonderful place, such beauty, such wonder if a man had done it would all be flat and only have like 7 colours and none of it would go. Laurence Llewellyn Bowen anyone?

There are many other arguments that I can think of. But would love to know what you all think. But I leave you with one vital piece of information. My last argument without a doubt, the final piece of the puzzle.

If God was a man spunk would taste like chocolate.

The End

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Seven o’clock in the evening
And I’m searching for my door key
I unlock the house and walk in
On the arm of a sexy lady
And I yell out, “God-damn baby, I wanna bang ya!”
Then she comes out and kisses me
And I get out the video camera

Police arrest me later
Saying I done a crime
I said this was a mistake
They said “Bitch stop crying.”
So I wipe back my tears
I’m gangster bred and born
I could be locked up for years
For making child porn
This shattered my world
My bedroom’s a crime scene
Just coz I banged this girl
Who was only thirteen
So I’m going to the courtroom
So I’m standing in the courtroom
The video’s playing in the courtroom
Now I’ve got a stiffy in the courtroom (in the courtroom)

Apparantly you can now pick up a card, a bit like a donor card, except instead of giving up your organs, you give up life. In other words, if you’re in a horrific accident and your life can only be supported by machines, carrying this card is a predetermined declaration that you do not want to be on life-support, thus choosing the right to die.

It’s a tricky subject. People should be allowed to die if there is absolutely no lease of life, no chance of living normally ever again. I’m not sure I’m one of those people though. Being an athiest (and I don’t want to bring in too much religion into this - it’ll be a very long post and I don’t have the time or patience for it), I don’t believe in an afterlife. You know when you sleep and you wake again and have no memory of the bit in between. No dreams, just a blank void. That, to me, is what death is going to be like. It’s a terrifying thought, and one I doubt I’ll ever shrug off (you can’t exactly face you fears with this one, can you?). So, to me, even if I cannot live my life, I would think I would want to stay alive regardless. One shot and all that. If I’m capable of making a choice, I would like to. If not, I’m not sure I want a piece of card with a lime-coloured stickman yelling “NO!” to make the decision for me.

I think that people don’t know what they want. Imagine you had been saving for an Playstation 3 for months, then once you get to the shop, you suddenly decide to buy a Nintendo Wii instead. People change their minds, especially at the last minute. And considering they could really be having their last minute and despite being unable to communicate, they suddenly decide they want to live, but can’t due to the contents of their wallet or purse. As much as I’d hate to be a burden on my loved ones to keep me on life-support if I should ever get in such a situation, I may want to live. But then again, I may want to die. The main problem is I don’t know. I refuse to believe people, fit and healthy people, know themselves.

You simply can’t predict how you’ll feel on that hospital bed. I don’t think you can say now, what you will want, if and when you end up that way. As much as I believe people should have the right to choose whatever they want, this choice should not be theirs. The decision should fall on the doctors and your loved ones. It’s not a pleasurable decision to give them and you can let them know how you feel about life-support machines. But if they want you to live, stop pretending to be noble and dignified. There is no nobility or dignity in it. It’s ugly and no card will change that. Live for them. If they feel it’s best to let you go, then they’re doing what they think is right. Not what you had decided years ago was right. It always boils down to the given situation and you’ll need a lot of cards to cover them all.

Carrying a “right to die” card doesn’t make you brave. Should the time come to use it, it’s the loved ones who need to be brave. Death is a cruel game, but that’s life.

Hmm… that seemed far too heavy and serious. Ok, a priest and a monkey walk into a bar…

Okay so I have a question for you all and I would love it if someone answered it for me. Why does your mind always draw a musical blank? The other day whist I was stumbling along at work I found without one of the greatest internet inventions on the planet. You Tube Audio Convertor

This great little tool allows you type in the URL of a YouTube video. This then goes away and stripes the video away and leaves you with an mp3 of the audio. Wonderful, I mean it’s great when you weight it up. You now have a vast bank of you tube videos, with no need to download when of those Trojan filled download monkey programmes such as lime wire and bit torrent (evil bastards). It means that now all those live videos you been watching of one of live performances such as when foo fighters play everlong at festivals, Or perhaps when artist does a song differently live from their normal sound like Capricon By 30 seconds to mars.

Feck you have opened up a world of opportunity. So after I did those 2, placed them on my iPod and then went and watched black books on you tube. (God bless some of those little you tubers). After watching Dylan Moran make me laugh so hard that milk comes though my nose, before people ask if my rather cynical view on the world came from watching Mr Black. To which people who know me say I’ve always been that way.

I then hit an age old problem. Every song in the world at your fingertips right there and my mind draws a blank. I’m sat staring at the screen and can’t think what the hell I want. It just gone my mind is wondering what an earth music is. I look at the reading line up hoping for a spark of inspiration. But none not one bit I list them in my head

I mean I could go on but nothing comes of it. All you end up looking at are your guilty pleasures that you would never put on your iPod for the fear that some might see them. You know the ones I mean “nsync” “James Blunt” and “Duran Duran”. So I pack up the computer and head home from work. Only to find it all hits like a freight train “filter where do go from here” “Pendulum Slam and Propane Nightmares” and “Depeche Mode enjoy the silence linkin park remix”. There’s a spring in your step. I can’t wait to get home. I get home open the computer and again my mind says, “I’m sorry what this music thing you’re talking about”.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh WTF my mind doing.

So I ask I’m I the only one that suffers from this problem. I’m I just an idiot or do loads of you out there suffer from this terrible affliction. If I’m the only one I could name it after myself. Call it “musmark disease” what’s the cure. It’s a pen and paper dumbass.

Hope you all have a good day and email some suggestion for songs to mcunnah@googlemail.com. Might help me out a bit he he he ho ho ho

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It’s another year so that can only mean it’s another bloody Eurovision Song Contest. It’s that time of year where every country has to pick a singer or band out of obscurity, thrust them into the lime light for three minutes, then have them disappear into obscurity again. All this in a colourful expensive display of the most awful music Europe has to offer.

What is it about the Eurovision that seems to get everyone’s attention? For many, it’s a hilarious display of the most gimmicky acts to put on a costume and sing a song about insects. It’s Europop. Europe has a shit taste in music and Europop is a guaranteed douze points winner. Bright colourful costumes, goofy voices and chugging techno beat. Maybe after the contest it’ll appear on “Now That’s What I Call 49p In The Bottom Of The Bargain Bin.”

You’re not going to find sustainable music at the Eurovision. No-one will ever say, “that song is my all time favourite song” and refer to a Eurovision act. So what is it about Eurovision that gets people’s interest. I have a theory that The Eurovision Song Contest is like a political debate in music form.

Countries are only going to vote on countries they get along with. Or at least, not hate as much as the other country. Then once all the votes are tallied of who hated each other the least, the least hated country is victorious. It’s a Europopularity contest and there isn’t anywhere else where politics are so funky! I’m not saying Jemini weren’t a shit act, because they were, but “nul points” the same year as the Iraq War? “Not in my name?” More like, “Not in my song contest.”

Sweden is hot favourite to win this year. And who could possibly hate Sweden? Apart from maybe Woolworths when they realise they have a stockroom full of Dustin The Turkey puppets that aren’t going to sell anymore.

The other day I got into a fight. Nasty it was. It wasn’t delicate fluid and heavily choreographed like in the movies. This was an out-and-out brawl. T’was fun though.

The fists were flying, the legs were kicking, the mouth was swearing. It was foul play but all’s fair in street fighting. I had no idea who I was fighting or how many of them there were. I was just fighting them regardless. They may be completely innocent bystanders. They may be people trying to stop the fight. They may have been women or children, who knows? All I know is once the punches are thrown, they never stop. Even if I have to chase a policeman down the road and pounce on him like a wolf, the fight has started and it doesn’t end.

There’s such a thrill in fighting. Pointless drink-fuelled violence really gets the blood flowing. It’s a whole lot more fun when I’m not in my own country. Then I get to put some national pride in the whole thing. It’s just an excuse really and any excuse will do. Just “looking at me funny” is a good enough excuse. In fact, just being within arm’s reach is a good enough excuse.

Then as I’m arrested, I do what I always do. I turn to the arresting officer and say, “Oi mate, do you know what the football score was?”

I love fighting, because, you know, I’m a complete fucking idiot.