I never met a white supremacist who wasn't a wanker.
There's a downside to aquiring lots of music from anyone who leaves me alone with their computer and a flash drive.

One good thing about being alone in the house is that I can have a bath with the door open. I can hit the 'random play' function on my computer and turn the volume up good & loud and have music in the bath. It's really nice; with (at last count) 85ish gb of music, I rather like hitting random - there's a lot of stuff I don't know about in there and random play throws up some interesting variety. Of course, one thing I hadn't realised during my music-filching from friends and acquaintances is some of the stuff I'd pick up in the process, amongst which, it turned out, were the jolly complete works of White Supremacist C&W singer 'Johnny Rebel' sitting in the depths of my hard drive. You can probably guess the rest.

Belting out of the speakers, good and loud, a cheery rendition of a song about what you might expect to see if you walked through an immigrant area of town. Suffice to say, it wasn't a song you want playing at full volume on Saturday afternoon in South London with the window open.
I sat bolt upright, hopped out of the bath, and ran through to turn it off before the neighbours grabbed their pitchforks and stormed my flat. Running through, I stubbed my toe painfully against the step and was reduced to a pathetic hopping and flailing into the living room. As I did so, I looked up through the window and directly into the eyes of the yuppie couple in the flat across the road.
Their thoughts could not have been more clear if they'd held a couple of flags and semaphored them to me.
"There is a fat, naked, wet man covered in bubbles in the flat opposite dancing to loud, White Supremacist Country & Western Music."
I turned the music off and fled from the room. Behind me, as if by telepathy, I could hear their conversation. "I'm going to sue that Estate Agent."

Once I got dried I searched my MP3's and deleted Johnny Rebel.
You can't be too careful.
(davywavy, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 11:54, 8 replies)

Click for the vivid imagery
of "a fat, naked, wet man covered in bubbles in the flat opposite dancing to loud, White Supremacist Country & Western Music."

Superb.
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 11:58, closed)

This.
So much this.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 22:34, closed)

*click*
You, sir, owe me a new screen
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 12:04, closed)

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I've had a similar experience, though not naked and wet. Just fat me, sprinting across a conference hall to get to the desk to mute Jonny Rebel before he got into full flow. What the hell was he doing on my laptop anyway?

I told of a pub which apparently has some of his erm, "greatest hits" on the jukebox. The mind boggles!
(Rsoles, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 13:00, closed)

Do you suppose....
...there's a conspiracy afoot to get his music onto people's collections?
(davywavy, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 13:07, closed)

Sounds like the BNP equivalent
of Rickrolling...
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 14:11, closed)

You need this:
Salling Clicker

Perfect for those hour long soaks and no need to spring out of the bath and run to get rid of whatever crap the SO has downloaded and comes blasting out...
( snee held his breath since, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 15:10, closed)

Reminds me of an incident at my local
When they switched the mechanism of the Jukebox from an old disk based system to an MP3 based system. This would probably have been fine if the Cambridge educated muppet charged with loading the MP3's hadn't decided to write a program to do it instead of just copying the folder he had been told to. Rather than getting the selection that the landlord had spent 2 days putting together (From his huge stash of about 5K CD's he used to be a dj) we got everything on the network that the Cantab muppet could fit on the HD including a load of Racist shit from the Landlords neofascist ex GF. Of course it proved massively popular having things like "Kill the Jews!" blaring out bearing in mind its on the boarder of Stamford Hill. Said Cantab eventually fixed it when I think just about every regular had pulled him on it :)
( Big Ian has stopped changing his sig, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 15:45, closed)