Planet X closed down, got flooded to fuck and then lay abandoned for years at the mercy of smackheads.
I don't know about you Yank girls, but I cannot imagine anything more devastating than being called "cunt" in an East London brogue.
Can somebody please outlaw transatlantic long-distance relationships?
Recently we met up with Joel and Billy from Good Charlotte at this awesome hotel in London.
Maybe it was around the time that Satyr from Satyricon admitted he loved the silky feel of Dolce & Gabbana underwear.