Void

Russell: ...this is what I wrote, or what someone, mysterious wrote. 'Oblivious to the cliche of the void, irritated, riled, annoyed.' Right and even when she read that back she goes, "Oh that's a bad rhyme, to rhyme annoyed and void, it's called a weak rhyme. Or something like that. She goes, "Oh we have a special word for that in poetry circles it's called a gay rhyme," or something like that. Trying to use some juvenile, derogatory comment. "Oh we call that a *makes fart noises* poem, that's the special word we use." Gee, you're a poet...

Gee: She's made that up.

Russell: She's made that up! She's made it up to hurt me!

Matt: You're just bitter about this.

Russell: I'm not bitter. Then Matt's put 'What are the homeless carrying?' Which is nice you know, I've not got a problem with Matt's poems.

Matt: I was wondering why they have all them carrier bags with stuff in them.

Russell: Why have the homeless got so much stuff?! Look, if you're gonna be homeless.. COMMIT to it. Stop having so much stuff! Wandering round with a flatpack Ikea bed under one arm and a cuckoo clock under the other. Either you're homeless or you're not, GET A GRIP!

Forgot The Ability To Present The Show

Matt: You found out that we'd left some of the tracks you wanted to play back in London and said "Well maybe I've left the ability to present this show back in London!"

Welcome To 2008

(Russell was mad because they didn't have a song ready that he wanted to play on air):


Russell: "GO ON ITUNES, WELCOME TO 2008!"

No Pillow Mint

Russell: "I don't know what they're baffled about but it's led to me not getting a mint on my pillow and I'm not happy. I just chewed through the pillow in the end Matt, I was so bleedin' furious about it all"