The Megaphone : A Debate Blog

They say “the best things in life are free”. I think this statement is a load of crap. Apart from the absolutely amazing Ray Spinto dice game I got at a Spinto Band show, I can’t remember ever getting anything free that wasn’t rubbish.

Can anyone tell me where I can get some cool new free stuff. What’s “the best thing” in your life that was free?* Or do you also believe “you don’t get anything in this life for nowt”?

Comments below… you know the drill

* Obviously people and emotions and sexual intercourse (that wasn’t paid for) don’t count in my survey… I’m a bloke I want material possessions.

First off let me apologise for the lack of updatage this week, I have been uber busy in search of the perfect shed mmmmm.

Anyway, like I said I am really busy so I’ll keep this short… and now I’ve said that I’ve only gone and started rambling like a moron on coke. And speaking of morons on coke today I want to post up in the style of heat magazine and want to know about your Celebrity Spots.

I have mentioned this one in a comment on Celeste’s blog before that when I was in London once I spotted Lisa Riley in Ann Summers testing vibrators on her nose and whipping her friends… oh how the memory haunts me.

I also spotted Noel Gallagher at a small clothes shop in Manchester, but I was in awe and I just stood in the doorway when he needed to get passed with my mouth open and he said “all right pal” to which I replied… eeer with not saying anything, but he knew what I meant, then he left.

I also spotted Elle Macpherson and David Blaine while in New York. I have also seen Ryan Giggs, Alex Higgins, the almighty great Spinto Band on numerous occasions and some others that I can’t remember. I’ll update this post when my brain is out of flash action script mode (but don’t count on it).

So tell me about your celebrity spots… the more z-list the better I think, but let me know all celebs you’ve spotted and what they were doing.

I didn’t mean to get you all a fluster with that suggestive title. The thumbing of which I speak occurs at the side of the road, and involves hitching a ride… it’s impossible to not make it sound like pure filth. I mean hitchhiking.

It is a sad, sad day in the land of… well me today.

Last night I should have been in attendance of the Spinto Band’s final UK performance this year. But as you can see the only money I have at the moment is of the copper and of the chocolate variety. As surprising as it may sound, copper and chocolate are not sufficient currency to exchange for train tickets and hotel accommodation.

The only way I could have made the show (excluding selling unnecessary organs on the black market) would have been to hitchhike. So today I ponder the mystery

Is it ever safe to hitchhike?

I’m not going to lie to you, I am quite a pretty, effeminate looking man. If I were to go to prison for whatever reason, I would most definitely become the favourite prison bitch. This is also the reason I couldn’t bring myself to go out “thumbing”… even for such a worthy cause.

So… would you ever? Have you ever? And most importantly, would you survive? Answers on the back of the postcard below please.

On the upside of the whole Spinto debacle, the Spinto Band managed to find time to send me a personal Valentines card through my creative director at work. I think it was very thoughtful of them… although they did guess their own names wrong, and used ‘too’ instead of ‘to’, meh.