Well that's a model of kindness and intelligent commentary compared to the reviews of GA's play in The Observer tomorrow. Holy shit, there's class invective in there. I admired it muchly in some ways. Didn't agree with it, though it pointed to some of the problems I saw. Hmmm. We shall see.
The thing with reviewers is that they're just bastards like me only more mouthy and with more front than Brighton. Seriously, they tend to be self-important freeloaders. I know whereof I speak.
If you ever read a review you disagree with, may I suggest you just think "Well, that's just a bastard like infinitemonkeys, and he/she knows sweet FA."
I am watching "Boy Bands Forever" on ITV -- and I am really enjoying it. Just lately, I've come to realise that liking good bubblegum pop music is nothing to be ashamed of.
Well, I'm watching up until the point where Westlife come on because they are a bloody BOIL on the ARSE of pop and should be sealed in concrete and dropped off Beachy Head where their caterwaulings, dreadful haircuts and ape-like levels of wit can only bother crabs and bottom-feeders.
Since none of them writes their own songs or has a distinctively splendid voice I don't feel obliged to be polite about them. Being Irish doesn't automatically make you a twinkly, charming and impish lad -- your actual *charm* is required. And the people who do six cover versions a record -- and anyone AT ALL who covers Terry Jacks' obnoxious Seasons in the Sun -- should be spanked with 7ft of knotted rope.
Although obviously, I'm just a bastard and I know sweet FA.
Ooooh! New Kids on the Block. Wow, they sucked. A lot.
And why do the Backstreet Boys spend so much time gurning as they sing? Why do they sing like someone tied their arse hairs together right before they have to run for a bus?
Sometimes I just long for N*Sync or S Club to cover Mudhoney's Touch Me I'm Sick" or "Too Drunk To Fuck" by the Dead Kennedys *g*
I have more Ikea furniture than Ikea does. And orange walls.
And so this pointless entry ends.