Introduction

B b c sounds music radio pod casts. A filthy ministry of truths where we find inconvenient details from the past, then sick them up all over your favourite heroes and villains. By the end of to day's frenzied fact bombing my mind bent panel of funny people will have to simplicically vote one way or the other, evil or genius. And to day it's whitney houston. She could belt out a ballad with more volume than my hair. But was she more evil than genius? The awful musicality of my special effects machine could bring her back from the grave to punch me in the face. I'm so paranoid about paying the rightsi mi ahav to