Remind me never...

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To allow a taxi driver listen to my MP3s while he drives me to an airport. I'm not so sure I wouldn't be detained by the police under anti-terrorism laws as happened to Harraj Mann last week.

If Led Zeppelin and The Clash are seen to be terroristic in their composition I can only guess at what the Police would think of some of my current MP3 list.

I Predict a Riot. Kaiser Chiefs.
Bill Hicks (From just after the Letterman show where Hicks was censored out of the show due to "Standards and practices")
The Womb. I Disown My Country.
Fuck The Police. Public Enemy.
Bombing the L. Fun Lovin Criminals.
Blow Shit Up. Doug Stanhope.

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