Last Nite a dj Shaved My Life

This one won't get into the unanswered section. heh

yeah, but did you get a brazilian wax as well?

I know not what thou speakest off.

Never give a DJ a razor.

But but but how would they cut us up?

Depends on the dj, the trance one would give interminent adn repetitive stabs until you were dead, the hip-hop would just give you scratches and show to their friends so they can battle over who scratches more

I djed for the first time last night. It was more fun and less stress than I had anticipated.

It's great fun, so long as you don't for ONE SECOND think that you're anything special. Because if you do, you're lost, lost in the infinite realms of DJ wankerdom, a limitless wilderness with no known maps in which you will wander FOR YEARS until the day a wizened old man with a name card reading "Andy Weatherall" approaches you carrying a set of Progressive Logic headphones, shakes his head slowly and with a manner suggesting unfathomable pain at you, then points at an enormous picture of Mauro Picotto before disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving you only with an erection and a vague sense of irrelevance.

is there something you want to tell us matt?