Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Anyway hello once again and welcome to the latest issue of video killed the radio star. As you can tell CBB really isn't raging in the news, and I for one think that is really is quite a bloody good thing.

I have to say there were worries (mainly, er, in my head) that Verne Troyer might be at the centre of Little-brother-gate, that he may be at the end of some unnecessary abuse regarding his height and this would just have been morally wrong. It's bad enough that Ulrikakakaka is in there as it is, a height-deficiancy scandal would have just made matters worse.

But as ever I digress and this week our song's do mostly fit into something of a niche; nothing deliberate (this isn't GANGSTA WEEK - although in a way I think it would be nice if every week were GANGSTA WEEK, and not just on vktrs*), but a happy coincidence nonetheless.

I'll be honest here I'm a bit lost. Who is this mythical they? The Man? The Establishment? The Governing Body? The Local Parish? The The? Rolf Harris? James May? The Bugatti Veyron? Whoever this mythical other is, they have Coolio facing, er, something. It's a bit more stutter rap than it is hip hop at the moment but we'll gloss over that for now.

First up Tom has had a look at something a bit topical; Coolio and his absolutely massive (and, if we're being honest here, probably rightly so) 90's smash hit Gangstas Paradise. It's a bit longer than usual, but value for money and that.

Ok it's time for more similes from the R-Man, and this time he's trying to compare his girlfriend getting naked to Murder She Wrote.

I love R Kelly, if only for Trapped in the Closet. Does Dave?

His girl is playing on the Playstation in the car. Product placement, NICE.

Chamillionaire had a pretty big Number 1 hit with Ridin' Dirty last year, and with this continuing our loose gangsta theme this week I've had a look at the video to this, er, awful awful song. Chamillionaire - Ridin' (yes, Ridin' not Riding) Dirty

Alda's boyfriend has clearly done something to displease her. It could be something as minor as forgetting to bring home that winter-flowers air freshener from Tescos, to a full blown affair.

And finally Dave has had a look at Alda and her song Girl's Night Out. It's an odd one this and reminiscent of looking on at grim nights in Cardiff, but hey.

I finish this week with a small plea. Well, 'plea' is a strong word. Demand, that'll do. Anyway - if you have any requests in terms of material for us to cover, then all you need to do is get in touch with us and we'll try and comply! Easy, right? Who knows, you may even be acreditted with the suggestion (wow! imagine that! your name on THIS absolutely, er, massive (ego of a) website). Of course if you want to write it yourself...

Lots of love,

Tom et al x

p.s. We're going to be moving server this week, which means absolutely nothing to most of the people reading this but absolutely everything to me right now. So if over the next 7 days you try to look at the site and it misbehaves at all put it down to screwy server stuff (or more likely screwy tom stuff); anything after that and I'll look into it in more depth.