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Its a song and it goes the sun is shining down on meeeeeeeeee lol its a clubby toon :P :lol:

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wooot iv just typed out a whole fucking two pages of interview...i feel good lol :lol:

No problem and this is the one with Oasis on the cover...and Liam is a prick

:lol: Second part of the interview Jonny is the quite, sharp witted genius and social animal who drinks like a moderately well balanced fish. And will is…well, Will’s the drummer and that’s about as far as we get. “Because we step back, Chris’ point of view is, therefore our point of view,” says Will. “We’ve been happy to let it be the Chris Martin Band.” Don’t you ever feel like going on stage on stilts wearing your granny’s frock and a KFC bucket, saying, “That wanker out of Snow Patrol, I hope he catches bird flu and dies, him,” and becoming instantly famous beyond your wildest dreams? Jonny: “There’s no incentive to suddenly become famous for being an arsehole. Anyway, air rage is the only way it’s going to happen.” Guy: “Supermarket rage. Trolly rage.” So Guy, Will and Jonny have the best of both worlds: relative tabloid anonymity and-more unusually than you’d think- an equal split of ‘A rush of blood…”s monumental royalties. So how much are you worth? A million? Two? Ten? Guy: “The Sunday times rated us as the fifth-richest people in Britain under 30.” Jonny: “Four million quid, I read I had!” Will: “I wish I was me!” How wrong were they? Will: “It was a woeful under-estimate.” Coldplay: “Hur-Hur-Hur!” Have you brought a solid gold dog yet? Jonny laughs. “Oh, we all got them.” “Money gives you the freedom to travel,” says Chris. “And it’s very addictive and an incredible privilege. But I don’t think it’s just about ‘making it’. I think it’s about competing with ‘sgt Pepper’s’, y’know? It doesn’t matter how famous or rich the band that tries to do that is. That’s why I admire that Johnny guy from Razorlight. He’s doing it for the best.” Perhaps the most troubling aspect of Coldplay’s miraculously swift ascent to the top table of international rock music is that after only two albums they are the establishment, which-to the Alan Mcgees of the world-Reads the enemy. They have, it seems, single-handedly divided the nation. While the likes of Snow Patrol and Athlete water down Coldplay’s chiming bombast in the hope of photocopying their way to success, it could be argued that the raw rattle of The Libertines and Razorlight et al is a direct reaction to the stadium semi indie of ‘In my place’ and ‘Yellow’. “I think that’s great,” Chris argues. “I’d worry if there wasn’t The Libertines and Bloc Part and Franz Ferdinand and all that different stuff. I’m not sure when that transition happened between us. Why don’t those people sound like Radiohead? Why don’t we sound like Radiohead any more?” And so, as the interview meanders off to take in the Jako trial (“He’s very weird but pretty innocent”), Fair trade, the tsunami and guerrilla gigs (“Cliff Richard sis the first guerrilla gig at Wimbledon when he said, ‘lets’s do the show right here!’”), we leave Coldplay in a traditional state of turmoil: a band troubled by self-doubt, success and the global injustices around them, yet about to release 12 more tunes that will mean the worl to people. After which, as Chris suggested last week, they might pack it all in for a less stressful life in gangsta rap. “I wouldn’t want to stop working with him, but we’ll see,” says Jonny. “I think there Is a lifespan of bands. I don’t even know that I want to be doing it in 20 years. But then again, in ten years’ time when I’ve got a massive tax bill and the fat and balding reunion tour is offered…” The following weekend The Sunday times places the four member of Coldplay equal fourth in their richest Britons under 30 list for 2005, estimating their fortunes at around 10 million each. Hold off the reunion tour- it’s solid gold dogs all round…

First part of the second interview Coldplay take n the world…In part two of our exclusive coldplay interview, Chris Martin and the other three rant about their imitators, their riches and their running battles with the paparazzi. In one corner, a baby grand piano last tuned in preparation for the VE day celebrations. In another, a cinema sized flat-screen TV hot-wired to a teetering tower of up-to-the-second entertainment. Everywhere, there’s enough fruit and flowers to stage a Kylie gig. Transport Coldplay’s universal Ampitheatre dressing room to, say, East Finchley, and you’d expect it to be housing a family of 12. Pay for the full tour and eventually you will reach a secluded back lounce complete with bulb framed, my public awaits dressing mirrors, where Guy Berryman, Will Champion and Jonny Buckland have gathered to wait for news of Chris Martin’s urgent visit to a throat specialist this morning. This if you believe popular internet rumour, will be Chris’n’Gwynnie’s room. Do they every cordon it off so none of you plebs can get in? “No!” Will yelps. “Never! We have all our girlfriends and wives on tours (Guy married His childhood sweetheart at claridges last year “as every good Londoner should”, Will has been married since 2003 and Jonny is currently courting long term), and the same degree of respect is offered to everyone. If someone wants some time alone…” Put the same rumour to Chris in a people carrier ferrying him from soundcheck to his mother in law’s santa monica hous( Chris’ mother in law incidentally, is sexy at 50 odd meet the parents star Blythe Danner) however, and he launches into a doctor’s orders-defying rant. “What’s the point in even answering…no, it’s true. I insist on going everywhere in fucking cotton wool-encrusted carriage drawn horses. And I won’t talk to any of the band. Even onstage-you can’t see it, but I’m surrounded by a Perspex screen.” He sighs heavily. “Fucking cunts. People just start this stuff y’know.” He’s understandably edgy on this subject: as a man always uncomfortable in the media spotlight, Chris Martin has been scorched by the paparazzi flashbulb. The sell after all, was a delicious one: unassuming, oddball rock posho in whirlwind romance with A-list Hollywood beauty and famed oscar sober Gwynnie Paltrow( “Oh don’t call her that. Man! I hate people who abbreviate her name like that!”) followed by marriage and oddly-named offspring (daughter Apple, ten months) inside two years. It’s a coupling so fascinating because it’s so unlikely. Hence the pap pack has been camped out behind Chris’ wheelie bins since 2002, a topic about which Chris is deceptively Blasé. “Everyone has something to deal with.” He reasons. “You get fungus in your bath, you just deal with it.” How do you deal with it? “By buying as many hooded tops as I possibly can and pretending it doesn’t exist, And never ever reading magazines.” Dodge the gossip pages all you like, but there’s still inner Liam bursting to get out of even the mildest-mannered paparazzi pray. Hence, in august 2003, Chris was arrested for malicious damage after attacking a photographers car in Byron Bay, Australia, smashing the windscreen and-rather schoolboyishly-letting down the tyres. Chris bites his lip. “Some of the stuff that comes out it nonsense,” he says, “I’ve never actually hit anybody, nor would , for the reason that if you even so much scratch one of them they run off and tell the police. But when somebody jumps out at you and suprises you, your natural reaction as an animal is to protect, so that’s all it is. It’s made me so cynical and sad about anyone I don’t know trying to talk to me.” To what degree do you live the Hollywood lifestyle? “I would say zero. You’ll have seen no pictures of me on any red carpets because I don’t do it and neither does…my lady,” Chris insists. “She’s just a person. A grammy just sits there. An oscar just sits there. It’s just a fucking hunk of junk.” There’s no false-beard-and-shades-shenanigans for the other ones, meanwhile. They may be three quarters of the biggest britrock phenomenon of the day, yet these are men who could walk down Oxford Street wearing a sandwich board reading, “look at me! I’m in Coldplay!” and still go unreconised. “People don’t know who the fuck the rest of us are,” Will admits, proudly. “We don’t merit an opinion,” Guy adds. A shame, because the accepted perception of Coldplay Sits awkwardly with these shadowy backroom figures. Guy, for example, is Coldplay’s swarthy dark horse with a touch of diva(he so despises US television that he insists that all hotels remove the TV from his room before he arrives) and a craving for life-threatening narcotics(he smokes).

I will type up the whole interview, as long as no one else does it or else it would be a waste of time and it`ll take me an hour i think because i can type pretty fast

Bit blurry sorry

These are big, but they are a few pictures from this weeks NME

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:o ...lol kinda scared me there lol :P

or as albie says ham :stunned:

Get over it :rolleyes:

I got the next Interview through the post today...Its teh sex :P i`ll try and post it but im doing other stuff aswell :/

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