5 HOURS OF THIS:

I'm on a train coming back from Scotland, I've got a stinking hangover and am currently surrounded by 15 year old screaming Scottish girls banging out their Cascada and Scooter CDs drinking Irn Bru and Vodka mixers - and it's only midday. The thumping headache I have has now become synchronised with H.P. Baxxter screaming "It's 3am! Bring the Machines!". It's like having rancid cheese poured into your ears when you've just been woken up from a lobotomy. I recorded the bastards so I won't suffer alone.