I don't know what the statistics are, I don't want to find out what the statistics are, but once is too often.

Who's running the business now anyway, John Boy or Jim-Bob?

Green Day are as shit now as they've always been, which I guess is longevity of a sort. But although I'm not much of a punk fan, most of my uni flatmates very much were—and the only 90s-era punk that ever got played in those days was Man Is the Bastard.

The shows were booked without a license, existing licensing laws and agreements don't cover the dates, and they're not going against those just because he threw down an ultimatum.

If H*R ever taught me anything, it's this: when life throws pies in your face, you fix yourself a tall cool glass of piemonade.

I dunno, I'd rather just draw a line and decry anything rapey, including this man's pathetic attitude, rather than pick and choose what to get fucked off at.

Even after all the furore about "Blurred Lines", this is a man who sat down and wrote an album obsessing over an ex with a track called "Whatever I Want" on it. That's more than just "weird lyrics", it's more than just putting your foot in it, it goes a little beyond people making mountains out of molehills. He's just…

It's pretty hard to refute him having at least some interest in it, though. There's unfortunate turns of phrase, and then there's Robin Thicke.

You know, I never tried it. But I hear half the people involved enjoy it.

I could laugh, but it's 530 more albums than I'll ever sell and I don't even like rape.

Well, yeah, in the movies—but I meant the scientists in the real world; the likes of Einstein, Bohr, Boyle, Kelvin, Newton, Hooke, Volta, Tesla, Faraday, Archimedes… Hell, depending on whether you ascribe to the Eurovision model of European borders, you could even claim Ibn Sena.

So if out of completely nowhere, a section of your home town that was always quiet at night, whose property values were no doubt influenced by that quietness, started putting on large music events—over and above the number they had agreed with the citizens to do—you'd be totally fine with just leaving your home as a…

I still think Depp was improbably cast as an actor in the first place.

I am aware; I'm simply making a Dead Kennedys joke.

I forgot how much Jerry Brown hated the Japanese.

This was a state previously run by a man who set up concentration camps for squares, man. If that song is to be believed.

Read one comment below yours. They lived beside a sporting ground that didn't host concerts. Then right out of the blue, it decided it was going to diversify and hold night-time concerts. So yeah, fuck those guys and their ignorance of the unplanned future.

Having read the book and seen the film more times than I care to count, I can safely assert that, fuck, man, who knows.

I dunno, I buy Ahnuld as a scientist. All the nutrition, physiology and technology that goes into competitive bodybuilding is bound to breed some degree of scientific mind—plus all the best scientists were european anyway.

Costello is markedly English though (despite "Declan Patrick McManus" being the most Irish name west of "Fiontán Mac Fionnbar").