Stumbled across
this gem of an album whilst on a completely unrelated google search for TFT monitors. The internet is a truely wonderful place.
It's a great comedy ablum made by a couple of practising doctors, who can't exactly sing, but have some good lyrics.
Half the tracks are
available to listen to in full, although I ordered the album after listening to the ones on the website. (£6.30 and proceeds to charity)
The "London Underground" song is great
but there are some genius lyrics in "Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin" and "The Menstrual Rag"
Made me smile anyway.
I think Sul might like these.
these guys rock
"there are some minor side effects and some are not that rare,
like nausea, vomiting and losing all your hair,
and heart attacks, becoming gay and growing extra breasts,
but it's fucking cheap and hey this is the NHS"
Sounds a bit like an evening at Brock's place.
Posted by
WarHead, around September 2005:
Go ahead, take a pop at him when he's not here to defend himself.
Look, Percy, just give Brock a break, for god's sake. There's good natured banter, but you've just taken it too far.
Posted by
Brock, around September 2005:
Yeah. No-one's EVER grown breasts at my place.
Fucker.
that's MISS fucker to YOU, mister