Morons See Sense

The Performing Rights Society are one of the groups who, at first, seem like a useful body - a one stop solution for artists to collect various types of performing rights. As you start looking further in though, you get the idea that maybe the whole organization needs tossing into a volcano.

For starters, they took a car servicing company to court over playing the radio. Apparently if customers can hear it, you need a licence. It's a fucking radio at work you utter cuntish cretins! Tossers!

This latest one took the biscuit though, they tried to tell a woman who sang whilst stacking shelves she needed a licence. Seriously. People that petty deserve to die in any number of horrible ways, and even though the dumb bastards finally saw sense, the very fact they even tried to pull that shit indicates what a collective of utterly worthless, pointless twatdrips they are. They need Bono inserting as far up their colonic passageway as possible, using swarfega as lube.

If you read the tale, she only resorted to singing as she had to bin her radio as, like in the car servicing companies case, she was informed she needed a licence. To play a fucking radio. In a shop. Even then they pursued her for singing, until enough negative publicity drove them into doing something vaguely human, whereupon they said she was fine and sent her some flowers.

If you ever want to ask what went wrong with the UK, ignore all the ranting from the likes of the BNP and Daily Mail, and take a really good luck at the petty, pathetic, snotty and downright arsiness of prickfests like the PRS. That Traffic Warden mentality, that lack of common sense, that's where we've pissed away our potential.