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Singer-songwriter and veteran anti-war campaigner Joan Baez has been barred, it seems, from performing to soldiers recovering in hospital from their tours in Iraq. Army officials intervened to prevent her participation.
Well, for f***’s sake, the American f***ing military might well be the most cementheaded, incompetent bunch of f***ing lunkheads currently running f***ing riot in uniform on the planet and about as f***ing subtle and sensitive in their operations as a f***ing 100 metre high concrete penis dropped from a f***ing B-52 onto a f***ing Red Crescent orphanage, but credit them with a modicum of f***ing compassion! If I’d had half my f***ing arse torn off by some insurgent’s f***ing incendiary device and was condemned to shit sideways for the rest of my f***ing life, the last thing I’d f***ing want is my that warbly, reedy f***ing bint Baez strumming at my f***ing bedside, sandpapering my f***ing eardrums! It was as much as f***ing Bob Dylan could do not to shove a wet dischcloth down her throat in the 60s! He only went f***ing electric to f***ing drown her out! “Turrrnn! Turrrrnnnn!! TURRRNNN!!” TURN IT OFF, YOU F***ING CRUEL AND UNUSUAL C***!!
The Sony Award Winners for 200, the biggest viagra online awards in radio, have been announced. They include the following; The Broadcaster’s Broadcaster Award to John Peel; The Lifetime Achievement Award for Tony Butler, BBC West Midlands; while Music Radio Personality Award goes to Chris Evans of BBC Radio 2.
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The Arctic Monkeys latest album, Favourite Worst Album has been hailed as the most anticipated new release since The Stones Roses’s Second Coming, according to the NME.
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Finally, it seems that Tony Blair has just passed a milestone – ten years buy viagra as Prime Minister.
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