The Ranting Room

Peter Doherty and his bands that create so called music!

It's out of tune, unintelligible muzak that contains far too many yeah yeah yeahs!

I cannot see how Babyshambles and The Libertines, are where they are...

Simply awful!


Edited by Geck0 - May 14 2006 at 00:50

Stonebeard wrote: I hate how some people are bent on keeing their hearts cold to the joyous music that only a band such as Pallas can provide

That bloody well reminds me:

"The Sentinel"...

How did a bunch of Scottish 4th division Yes wannabees ever persuade Eddie Offord to produce such a rancid collection of (for the want of a better word) songs whose only benefit to the oevre of progressive rock is to act as a benchmark for other bands travelling the same road, who can listen to their own efforts and say "well hey, it may be crap, maybe we can't play very well, maybe the lyrics are appalling (can you say "Magenta"?) and maybe our drummer does sound like my granny playing biscuit tins with crochet hooks... whilst asleep... but at least we're not as bad as PALLAS"

+++sound of re-breathing exercises+++

spacecraft wrote: Mobile phones...why?

Mobile phones aren't my bugbear (usually...), but I'll tell you what I do hate about the bloody things:

Bluetooth Headsets!

OK, OK, they are fine and dandy as a handsfree kit whilst driving... but why do their sad b*****d owners insist on wearing/using them whilst walking down the street with normal people like us? Do they think other peoples' perception of their evidently talking to themselves i proves their image? Do they want to be seen as sad little Borg wannabees with their little plastic attachments sticking out of their bloody ears????

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

b*****dS!

Oh, by the way, welcome to the forum, spacecraft - we're not always like this....

....unless someone asks me about Pallas, that is...

Geck0 wrote: I presume you dislike "team building" exercises as well then?Do they still do the lifting boxes by bending your knees training, or is that an urban myth?

Yeah, we still train people in 'ergonomics' and that has some value. It's the philisophical, touchy feely rubbish I object to, designed to 'streamline''enhance integration' and improve 'synergy'


     

mystic fred wrote: Blacksword wrote: Well on my ranting radar of late is 'HR Speak' Let me clarify: 'Human Resources speak' Now, every company has a HR (or personel) dept, but where I work they have so much clout it's unbelievable. Business trends come and go, and at present the trend is for touchy feely training courses, spin and double speak. The latest course was called 'Frameworks - For Leaders' I attended this two day session in a country hotel and was subjected to having to bare my soul to people I hardly knew, draw pictures that represented me as a child, a teenager and an adult, and partake in what we call intuition walks. These entail walking around the grounds of the hotel - in silence - with a note pad recording your feelings. After the walks we assemble in a circle, and have a 'Check In' This is where we each, in turn sum up our feelings in no more than three words at a time. When the session ends, one of the 'facilitators' sticks on an Enya CD to chill us out. These 'facilitators' are of course external consultants and earn more money than most of us will see in a lifetime. .   if you think that's bad you should go on one of those health and safety or introduction to counselling courses!! sometimes "politiofficespeak" or "HR speak" can work for you - i am on the security team where i work and also i am health & safety officer for the union. it's amazing sometimes! if there is a fire alarm i find myself in total control of the whole site, if i want anybody to do what i ask them to do (always in the interests of their safety) a multitude of sins can be covered by "well it's health and safety..."  - no argument with that !  try it!

I work in a formulation unit for a crop protection company, so there's plenty of health and safety protocal to follow, and I'm happy to accept that. We handle some pretty dangerous stuff, albeit in very small quantities.

The kind of HR speak I object to is purely business focussed. You there i go already!    In a scientific community, folk have very little time for ambiguous bullsh!t. The purpose of the courses was to install a new way of thinking among managers and leaders like myself, to promote positive thinking against a backdrop of some very negative changes. Turd pollishing basically. It's depressing...

Mobile phones...why?

Any excuse to post that Python classic sketch:

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You're right there, Obadiah.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

A cup o' cold tea.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Without milk or sugar.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Or tea.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In a cracked cup, an' all.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was right.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Cardboard box?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

ALL:

They won't!

Genius!

Ha! The real ranters are on the TV right now. Grumpy Old Men has just started on BBC2 wit good ole Rick Wakemen!

Signing off!..
    

Edited by Blacksword - May 12 2006 at 17:03

Just kidding, we've been listening to your calls and we know you're not really a terrorist.

We are curious, however, about what you need all that Jell-O for...

Yeah, go on NaturalScience let rip!!

Everything sucks!!