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Long-term readers might remember that a few years ago I happened across the rather depressing phenomenon which is White Supremacist Computer games. Needless to say, they were not only incredibly badly written and designed, but the gameplay was rotten. No chance of converting me to the fight against ZOG with that load of old crap. Until the bunch of gurning imbeciles who make up such theories and games can come up with something of the gameplay of Jedi Academy, I shall remain immune to their First-person-shooter propaganda.
Naturally, I uninstalled the game and used the disc as a firelighter at our bonfire party a few years ago.
You'd think that would have been an end to it.
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. With (at last count) 26ish 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 when I uninstalled the game was that the jolly soundtrack courtesy of White Supremacist C&W singer Johnny Rebel was still sitting as a bunch of MP3's 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 what you might expect to see if you wander into the wrong part of town. 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. As I ran, I stubbed my toe painfully against the step and was reduced to pathetic hopping 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 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.
Naturally, I uninstalled the game and used the disc as a firelighter at our bonfire party a few years ago.
You'd think that would have been an end to it.
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. With (at last count) 26ish 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 when I uninstalled the game was that the jolly soundtrack courtesy of White Supremacist C&W singer Johnny Rebel was still sitting as a bunch of MP3's 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 what you might expect to see if you wander into the wrong part of town. 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. As I ran, I stubbed my toe painfully against the step and was reduced to pathetic hopping 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 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.
