... is what a majority of today's "artists" should put on their CD's and videos. Currently "Tiny Temper" (or whatever his bloody name is) just said;
'They hello, hola and bonjour. I've never been on a concord, I've been to Southampton but never to Scunthorpe'.
Shortly followed by the rather enlightening lyrics of 'cos every day there's a groupie at my front door' and 'If you're son doesn't [know me] I bet your daughter does'.
Firstly, this angers me cos he's just an annoying pest who knows how to swear. And secondly; when I didn't know about him, as an only child, surely that makes him a liar?
Music used to mean something, it used to evoke emotions and have a point (yes, I admit, this evoked anger in me. But so does a lot of things). "Imagine" being a fine example of music with a point. People used to write music to make you think about things, explain things and explore the human experience. Ask JLS or Ke$ha why they do it and they'll probably say for the money. Which is rather ironic considering Ke$ha has a dollar sign in her name.
The song "Bedrock" or whatever it is, is just an excuse to watch a horde of scantily clad women parade around for some talentless whelps. Who, if we think about this seriously, are only really useful for fertilizer when they finally reach death. Which, if you ask me, is a fate too good for them.
Germaine Greer fought for respect for women. If she were dead, she'd be rolling in her grave. Mozart already is, simply because X-Factor still gets commissioned. The poor sap.
On a lighter note; Easter time with friends was damn fun. Sam and I organised a few activities for em all to do so they could win chocolate. Sounds childish, and it was. But bloody fun.
Kinda weird knowing there isn't much of the Easter holidays left. Enjoyed myself. More than I thought I would. At least I know there's still a home for me here after the term ends.
Where does the time go?!
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