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I was up for going through for this until I realised it fell on derby day. There's a good chance the game will be moved for the TV though, so perhaps all is not lost.

Happy new year, Colin. I'm nowhere near well-versed enough in hip-hop to participate. I'd like to read the hip-hop version of this thread though!

Having enjoyed TRS's last rap, I for one am looking forward to this new, festive effort. Hip hop ya don't stop.

Different contributors' definition of "electronic" remains an interesting point. Blue Lines and Screamedelica, both of which featured in the individual lists above, are two of my favourite albums but I wouldn't class them as electronica. There are elements of it within both, but they lean a little too much on the "organic" (for want of a better word) side of sound for me. On the Massive Attack front I had Mezzanine in my list and left out Blue Lines. Having listened to them both in the lead up to submitting my list I adjudged Mezzanine to fall on the side of electronic and Blue Lines not to. No idea if there's any real weight of logic behind that decision, but it seemed about right in my head. I was tempted to add the Contino Sessions by Death In Vegas but it just fell short for the same reasons Blue Lines did.

This "Rab Douglas is fat" thing is wildly off the mark. The man's built like a brick shithouse. Seriously, it's equivalent to calling Ally McCoist a skinny c**t.

Leftfield - Leftism Massive Attack - Mezzanine Chemical Brothers - Surrender Air - Moon Safari Underworld - Dubnobasswithmyheadman LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver Kraftwerk - Man Machine St Etienne - Fox Base Alpha David Holmes - Let's Get Killed The Knife - Silent Shout

Mmm Skyscraper I Love You came on random shuffle as I walked home from a mate's tonight. "Epic glory" sums it up beautifully, Colin. Brilliant thread! It's been a real pleasure to read your writing here, Colin. Mucho respect to you, good sir.

I went to the STD clinic three or four years ago fully expecting the cocktail umbrella treatment. Fortunately it didn't happen. You know those wee stirrer things you get in a takeaway coffee sometimes? It was more like that. They poke it in and take a wee swab, or something. It's not particularly comfortable, but it's doesn't hurt. Matty! Have you been to the docs yet? Fuckin' get it seen to, man.

By f**k, McGowan's had his nashers done! That ain't right, man. What's next? Beadle getting a normal-sized hand transplanted onto the end of his arm? I'm aware Jeremy Beadle's dead, but only a fool would discount the possibility of him returning from the grave with revenge on his mind.

He has Langfield's eyes!! And Shane McGowan's teeth, unfortunately. A man can't have it all.

Matty lad, this is a "get to the doctor" situation, not a Quick Question Thread on P&B situation. It's not always easy to differentiate between the two, and I'm sure we all appreciate being kept in the loop with this, but I would encourage you to see your GP post-haste. Just in case, ken? Few things put the fear in me more than this fearsome beast. Terrifying creatures. I'd rather take my chances with a shark than one of these wee b*****ds. At least a shark looks you in an eye you can see with when it ruins your life.

100%. Monster album from a band that must surely be worthy of inclusion in any list of all-time UK musical greats. Massive Attack are fucking immense.

Agree on all fronts. Colin, if you're not involved in music journalism already I'd wager you could make a go of it. The reviews in this thread are as good as any pieces of writing on the subject as I've read. Looking forward to the rest of the top ten.

Welcome back, Colin. I trust you had a braw time on your travels. Now, drop everything and focus on this thread please.

Yours is good, but the most amusing username I've seen on here was a short-lived Dundee poster named "Arite doll em Keith".

As a recreational gambler who, for the most part, only stakes the price of a pint on a Saturday for a bit of fun, the Goals Rush/Both Teams To Score coupon always struck me as one you think has a reasonable chance of winning with. There's no real science to it, and it often keeps you entertained right up until full time. I've come close quite a few times, missing out by a goal or two. I always had the inkling it would eventually come good one day. I'd love to have CCTV footage of my reaction when the last goal came in. Brilliant moment, and I did completely lose my shit for a while. I've had several moments over the weekend since where I've remembered I won close on £600 from a £2 bet yesterday. It's still making me smile and punch the air victoriously even now. I think the most I ever won prior to yesterday was £125. Winning £600 is fucking mind blowing to me. I felt like the Daddy Mac of the gambling world going into Ladbrokes to cash that bad boy in, like. My wallet has rarely bulged like that. I also enjoyed the look and nod of congratulations from some old boy who looked like he lived in the bookies full time as he stood next to me at the counter as my money was being counted out. Perhaps I should've attempted to look as if I won like that all the time nae bather, but I was unable to stop myself barking like a seal and clapping for the duration of my time in the shop. The boy kent a lucky amateur when he saw one.

£595 off an 11-game Goal Rush with a £2 stake. I had four last minute or injury time goals in to win it. I was ticking them off and eventually thinking, fucking hell, I just need a goal from Blackpool to win here. No sooner had the thought passed through my head than it popped up on the the vidiprinter. Tell you what, I went mental. Absolutely fucking mental. It was quarter past five before I stopped running around in circles screaming YAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! My biggest ever win, and by some margin. Absolutely delighted! I fucking knew one of these daft lines would come in one day.

If you can evade the law until the 8th Decemeber I'd still like to see you there, Turbo. So I can hand you in to Bell Street myself.

Headline: 'Dundee Whores' Facebook page shut down amid police probe Police have launched a probe after dozens of pictures of semi-naked girls — some believed to be as young as 14 — were posted on Facebook. From the comments: "While the Poluce are investigating who is behind this, I think they should be investigating the motives of the "more than 1,000" who signed up for this. They have some serious explaining to do" Just a couple of guys with some explaining to do. Good luck, gentleman.

100 pages of Horrific Club Photo goodness. Great thread. I'm hoping for a return of the Tacheman at some point. Guaranteed he's still out there, it's probably just been a case he's already pulled and is already pleasuring the unfortunate woman with the kind of sex you have to imagine ruins lives by the time the club photographer turns up. The Samaritans probably have a mobile unit stationed outside the boy's house every weekend. Some poor dame stumbling out of there with a thousand yard stare, a jizz-stained dress, their soul in fucking tatters and underwear already hanging up in the trophy room upstairs. Oh lordy what to do when the romance is gone. Sickening, in a semi-erection-just-thinking-about-it kind of way.

I've been to Reading twice and there were no cats anywhere near the pubs. Never lie to me again, Sherrif. I'm letting this slide once because I think you're sound, but further non-truths will lead to bad times. The feline species is not welcome in pubs. Canines have their own bowls of liquid refreshment brought out by the bar staff as they hold court among human patrons. Who's winning? Exactly.

I just left a message on my biggest cat-loving pal's answering machine. She's often claimed dogs to be "stupid" and "needy" as she insists cats are oh-so-much-better. I've never quite managed to shoot her stubborn arse down on it and offer a good enough argument to make her think otherwise. Until now, motherfucker. Friday morning's going to start with a healthy, nourishing breakfast of Telt and f**k You and Your Cat. On a roll. With broon fucking sauce.

I can't believe I didn't think of this before, but in the whole cats vs dogs debate one has to ask: do you ever see cats chilling in the pub? Pfffffft! Do you f**k. Shitey animals. Dogs get in the pub nae bather. That's dogs totally won that battle for me now. Cats can't compete at that level.

Jimmer was 11 years old. His face was as filled with wisdom as that of any ageing human. He was like a wee man. I might have been a bit tipsy but I got the feeling Jimmer looked right inside of me, understood what was going on and was transmitting his positive energy in the hope I might receive it, make use of it for my own cause and pass it to another when I think they need it. We're talking a Jedi-level dog here. He couldn't talk, but he communicated with me easily enough. Better than many humans could, actually. I'd take a few minutes with a super cool soul dog over a lifetime with a human with speech and nothing to say. People who prefer cats to dogs have never met a Jimmer.