I used to listen to Kerrang when I was a teenager. It was great, the music was good, the DJs were good. Then it slowly turned to shite, the owners fired all the good DJs, and it turned into a bunch of work experience kids playing enter sandman and smells like teen spirit on loop.
Eventually the owners binned it and replaced it with planet rock. It was a bit pants but it was decent enough to listen to in the car. A couple of years ago they binned that too and replaced it with Absolute 90s.
I switched to teamrock radio (it used to be DAB but by the time I started listening they'd switched to internet streaming only.) Teamrock radio was great, but they started running out of money last year and got rid of all the live DJs, then they went bankrupt before Christmas.
Now I'm listening to primordial radio which was formed by a couple of ex-teamrock DJs. It's better than nothing but they don't play as heavy music as I like.
Teamrock radio has been re-launched by the new owners, but they've locked down their stream so it only plays on their website or their own app which makes it useless for me.
I bought a DAB site radio just so I could listen to it at work.
There's no adverts because it's BBC and they play a good variety of music. I used to listen to triple j when I lived in Australia and this is the only UK station I've found that is similar.
As a bonus for the .gs listener, at around 1pm every day you can catch the Blackout Crew putting a donk on whatever song is being played.
>>10751 I listen to whoever's on at the time. I fucking hate James O'Brien. He's who I mostly listen to because I have no friends and eat my lunch in the car.
I don't find Nige's show very interesting, Nick Ferarri and Iain Dale I enjoy. I can't stand the bloke on late at night with his bloody soundboard, it's just bloody irritating. Maajid Nawaz is really good and normally very sensible.
>>10755 You're the exact opposite of me. I think O'Brien is brilliant, and enjoy Nick Abbot (the soundboard guy). Can't stand Ferarri (Establishment-worshipping blowhard) or Dale (sinisterballs).
>>10757 Nawaz reminds me of Sam Harris: a stupid person's idea of what a smart person is like. That whole Tommy Robinson affair shows how he is little more than publicity-seeking showman. That said Hasan is fucking awful, too.
>>10759 What's wrong with that? Is it because he didn't set himself up as a defender of capital C Civilisation like Ferrari would, and go on to opine about the eskimo Problem?
Seeing as this thread has been necrobumped, I'll post a link to the Twente WebSDR receiver. It's a wideband radio receiver that you can tune in your browser. Switch it to AM modulation, scan to the marple sections of the band and you'll find all sorts of weird foreign shortwave broadcasts.
>>11057 Was it Banksy who said you can get away with anything in public as long as you're wearing a high-viz vest and a portable radio blasting Magic FM at max volume? Either way I hate Magic FM since it the was the only station they ever played at the 24/7 sandwich factory I used to work at. Also never buy a Ginsters sandwich that contains chicken.
There's one specific market they've cornered and it's service stations at 3am. It's the only thing they sell in the WHSmiths in those places so once the Mcdonalds shuts you're fucked.
>>11065 Oh shut up. Never voted Tory in my life and can't stand em but Ginsters make good pasties (albeit shit sandwiches), and no company is entirely ethical under capital, if the bosses want to donate to them it's their dosh. Sorry for being grumpy but I remember the endless whinging flyers about Nestle a few years back putting me off boycotts forever.
Nestle are actually properly evil, though. I do remember the endless whining about it cerca 2001 or so making me wish it, and all the annoying cunts who kept going on about it, would all just go away. Unfortunately they kind of sorta had a point, despite being whinging hippy fucks.
By comparison, making donations to a political party made up of shape shifting lizards seems almost benign, to be frank.
>>11066 >no company is entirely ethical under capital
You can shut up yourself, I hate people who say this, it's just a lame excuse for not bothering to make good choices and you know it.
I mean, how many of us would be taking the 'baby milk snatcher' job at Nestle? Is it still unethical to work there if you're in the Fruit Pastille division?
The factory I worked in was in the Midlands and I believe one of the largest of its kind in the country. We made sandwiches for Tesco, Ginsters and some M&S lines too. There is no difference in quality between the Tesco and M&S ingredients; call the price difference a middle class tax.
Cooked chicken breasts came in 10kg polythene bags that were defrosted overnight. All of it came from Thailand and was between 12 to 18 months old. I remember this distinctly because it made no sense to me then, nor does it now, how the refridgeration and transport costs could possibly come out cheaper than simply purchasing local, fresh chicken. The Ginsters chicken stood out because instead of the usual white colour is was that somewhat purplish tone usually associated with inner thigh or drumstick meat. They were also uniquely stingy in their requirements and their fare would contain only around 60% the chicken you'd get in an equivalent Tesco sandwich. And less mayo. And less bacon, if it was included. Bacon incidentally also came pre-cooked and frozen, months old from various sources in Poland and sometimes Denmark.
It was a very interesting experience and for the record it didn't put me off chicken sandwiches for good. Cheapo ham sandwiches however are another matter. I've always been a bit iffy about processed meats despite my dearth of Inuit heritage and seeing it being prepared in the pink (as it were) has given me a firm and lifelong aversion.
Ham came in square cylinders - shut up, you know what I mean - of about two feet in length. While there are an exotic variety of slicing machines for other meats and cheeses in a separate preperatory room, ham was unique in that it was taken directly to the production line to be inserted into its own apparatus which straddled the conveyor belt. Fed in from above, said device would rock from side to side as it deposited wafer-thin folds like a slimy, haram Vienetta with a noise that somehow rose above the general cacophany of a busy factory floor. Two glistening, wobbling appendages, eerily fluorescent and of uncertain compostion slowly being devoured by this awkward, banging contraption. It was reminiscent of a child's depiction of a naked man drowning, or at least being fed into a very lazy woodchipper. No thanks.
You might think getting tired of sandwiches would be a natural part of the job, and I imagine it was for old hands but by the time I arrived the canteen actually charged for the spare ones so I rarely ate them. This tight-fistedness was particularly galling as waste in the factory, while small relative to the amount of acceptable products, was more than enough to feed the staff ten times over in a given shift. Once the allocated quota of sandwiches had been boxed, any remaining finished or half-finished ones were discarded. Any boxed ones that were too far under or over the target weight were sent up to be eaten by staff. Having to pay near-market price for them was, frankly, a bit of an insult.
I don't recall anything off-putting about the other ingredients but this was some years ago at a particularly unhappy juncture of my life. It was an 80 minute trek to a job where almost everyone was from Asia or Eastern Europe and who split off into their own linguistic groups at breaktime. The few British employees were mostly management and far removed from the rest of us. The handful that worked alongside me had long formed their own clique, including the owner's son who rightfully was told he was to work his way up from the bottom. Though surely it's easier to slog your way through the drudgery of a production facility when you're safe in the mind that one day you'll be running the damn thing. So I was left alone, and unlike the majority of the people there who lived in the adjacent estate I took the last, long bus home by myself. The stop was by a 24-hour Tesco and I would pop in, review some of my handiwork with a grimace and head straight to the booze aisle to pick up a bottle of their Pimms knockoff for roughly an hour's wage. Just small enough to fit in a bag and get you pissed without being so strong you ending up retching after a few good swigs. Happy times.
All said, it wasn't a bad place to work. By no means was it The Jungle of Upton Sinclair. The food hygiene was enforced with military efficiency and to this day I'm convinced that most of the (vanishingly few) reports of hair being found in our food were from punters themselves who had hunched too far over their sandwiches. There was plenty of time to eat and you could use the toilet whenever you wanted. Only a handful of positions were physically strenuous and I'm sure cheflad would sneer at anyone who cared complain that the shifts were tough. Any hours over 8 were paid and a half, even if you'd only done half an hour. I never saw or heard of anyone upset with management or eachother. But I was a sad, miserable loner straight out of uni and predictably didn't last more than a few months after one too many 'late mornings'. I don't resent the place one bit.
But never again will I eat a Tesco ham & mustard sandwich.
>it made no sense to me then, nor does it now, how the refridgeration and transport costs could possibly come out cheaper than simply purchasing local, fresh chicken
To put it bluntly, it's a lot cheaper to get your chicken from a country that doesn't particularly care about animal welfare. While we do have caged chickens in this country, even the worst places in the UK are essentially the Chicken Ritz compared to a thai equivalent. It's definitely far cheaper, particularly since once it's frozen you don't have much to worry about in the way of expediency.
I remember being stoned off my tree one time and watching an hour long promotional video about an industrial chicken butchering machine. Literally chickens go in, pies come out. Well, not pies, but ready made fillets and shit.
It was absolutely mental. You have to stop and think at some point about how human society has grown so large and unwieldy that our food chain has become this vast, sprawling industrial mess. Food so processed it may as well be artificial. Global infrastructure harnessed to its full extent just to maximise the profit margin on a chicken mayo.
It's not enough to make me go all hippy free range organic vegan; but on some level I do not think it was meant to be this way.
>>11078 Cheers. I'm not even vegetarian myself, I'm just one of those half-arsed people who try to ensure their meat is sourced 'humanely'.
If you want a truly horrifying read about modern intensive pig-farming give this a go, I've posted it before. It's a bit stilted obviously but a good article nonetheless:
>>11075 >There is no difference in quality between the Tesco and M&S ingredients; call the price difference a middle class tax.
It is solely perception. If I remember correctly, Gü did market research for their puddings and found that the smaller they made them the more luxurious people thought they were even if the ingredients were exactly the same.
Watch these and try to tell me that the way an almost totally depersonalised machine takes thousands of living animals and efficiently, autonomously turns them into packaged meat isn't in the slightest bit... Not disturbing, but just... Weird.
I can't find the one I watched all that time ago but it really put me in mind of some Harlan Ellison shit. Our population is so large we have become enslaved by the machinery of consumption, it feeds us and without it we would be helpless. In turn our population grows with the abundance of food, and in turn we grow further dependant.
What I'm on about, basically, is we're totally out of touch with where our food comes from and I think it's kind of bad for us.
Factory ships are disturbingly efficient. They hoover up the contents of the sea and spit out boxes of frozen fillets. The sheer scale is mind-bending.
Also, the majority of slaughterhouses in the western world are designed by one autistic woman, Dr Temple Grandin. She has a unique insight into animal psychology, which she has used to design systems for efficiently slaughtering them.
Totally right. Even as a meat eater that firmly believes it is an important part of the human diet, sometimes seeing aisles and aisles of frozen meat at a supermarket makes me feel uncomfortable.
I really want lab-grown meat to succeed as a commercial product, and hope it's not just a fad.
I love this post. Brought back memories of a particularly shitty stint working in an Amazon warehouse. Ours fostered quite a toxic environment, and I spent most of my time moving around junk I can't imagine anyone seriously wants to buy. I don't blame you for a second for knocking back a few to get through your shift, but I really hope you're in a better position now.