Heavy Flow.

I like to think that I'm in touch with my feminine side - I occasionally wear eyeliner and I have a soft-spot for lattes and chocolate. I do drink beer and chuckle when people fart, but I still feel that I have a higher than average awareness level of female-related concerns.

I think women should feel free to talk about their periods; the more men are aware of menstrual cycle, the better. If anything, it would avoid the kind of conversations that leave men baffled and women wanting to hit someone over the head with a heavy, blunt object.

Having said this, there are limits, and a recent chat I had with Nina on google really fucking pushed the boundaries. I'm sorry to have to reveal to everyone that you're on your period, Natalia, but I think the world deserves to know not only what goes on inside Nina's head, but also what I have to go through almost every day. Not that Nina bleeds out of her pum 365 days a year, but... 

Oh God. I think I'm turning into her...

me: Awite 

Nina: awite 

me: Natalia can't make it out - she kindly told me that she's just got her period 

Nina: ahhh wow, we're so almost in sink

i'm like a week later than her 

me: Apparently friends get in sink 

Nina: double jam time for you

   yes they do 

me: That's horrible 

Nina: something to do with the moon

its good, so you'll have a week of jam from her and then a week of jam from me

  double jam

   with extra bits 

me: I wish I had foreskin so I could talk to you about nob cheese 

Nina: haha yeah but that would just mean that you were unhygenic

we can't help being jammy

   it's natural 

me: Christ.

   What's wrong with you? 

Nina: whereas nob cheese just means you're dutty 

me: Oh God. 

Nina: murat, it's the natural menstrual cycle...it's a beautiful thing 

me: Sure - you can spread it on toast too. 

Nina: did i tell you that i've had to go up to super plus tampons now because i've got such a heavy flow? 

me: Economical 

Nina: literally, it's like i'm hemorrhaging 

me: For fuck's sake 

Nina: hahaha, i wish i could see your face 

me: Disgraceful

   I copying this conversation and emailing it to everyone 

Nina: i'll make you a pot one day

yup, OK 

me: Seriously

   You wouldn't care? 

Nina: no, i say it in front of everyone anyway

   i only tell you the most because it freaks you out so much 

me: If you made a pot I would smear shit on your front door 

Nina: on my front door? is that it 

me: And your sewing machine. 

Nina: hahahah

imagine if i did that? my mum actually does make jam sometimes, it looks exactly the same...i dont think you'd be able to tell the difference   

it might be a bit runnier though 

me: Can we change subject please? 

Nina: you started it

Too much, no?

NO, Irony.

Something I've begun to take real pleasure out of recently.... And I don't just mean Girls Aloud.

Liking things with out a protective ironic disclaimer is fun. It's okay to like X Factor, Girls Aloud, Harry Hill's TV Burp, Estelle, Nandos and R Kelly for example. These are cultural bastions of our time.

A brilliant example is the ironic love/hate relationship WASTEradio has with Banter (with a capital B) that's lads, lager and havin' it large for those who don't know.

One night in Berlin I realised we had lost all sense of irony and WE had become Banter. We went for late night sushi. It managed to decend in to a competition about who would put wasabi in their eye...in the end the Showerman obliged and put some on a chopstick and shoved it up his nose.

Cheryl Cole was a dubious character with or without irony for a while with the whole, did she, didn't she racially assult a toilet attendant. Whatever. Have you seen how thick and lustrious her hair is on X Factor?

Anyway, here they are with The Promise.

Nice things.

It's nice when nice people write nice things about us.

NICE.

x

I hate Bono but...

I'm sure, or I hope at least, that most of you feel sick when you think of Bono's face, but he was mates with some pretty cool guys back in the day. Before he started wearing sunglasses, making shit music and generally being a bit of a cunt, he was part of the same Dublin crew as Guggi (Derek Rowan) and Gavin Friday who formed a band called the VIRGIN PRUNES. The guitarist, Dik Evans, was even brothers with 'The Edge'. The Edge? Fuck off.

Anyway, despite their links with U2, these guys are pretty cool, and this video says it all...

You Fucking Guy.

Impasse by Helouisa

Our very own songbird Helouisa has a new song, so last Monday we sacked work, got zombied up, and shot a video.

We tried to do something on the Saturday before, but it was so bad it actually hurt...

We wanted to film at the zombie march that started at 3pm in Marble Arch. We turned up at 5pm, forgetting that marches rarely stay in one place. So, having missed our zombie friends, we danced around like idiots in the freezing cold next to Speakers' Corner and went home.

We shot this version in around 3 hours on Monday afternoon and edited it that evening. Let us know what you think...