Woof 48 ...because
Because I had to watch The Brits t’other night...
...as Mrs Dusty wanted to. I freely admit I shouldn’t have and it’s not aimed at me and I did sit there huffing and puffing as Mrs D said ‘like the grouch’.
But...it was rubbish. Pure unadulterated poo. On a big pooey stick. With poo on the handle.
There are probably a billion reasons why I’m not being a grouch and why ‘The Brits’ were actually garbage but here’s 6 of them:
1. Amy Winehouse clearly needs to be on drugs to sing live. She can’t keep time or hold a note. OK I’m not a fan but I can tell when someone can’t sing properly. And she moves like an electrocuted sapling.
2. The reverence given to Mark Ronson is out of all proportion to what he actually does. He gets dull people to make dull, annoying cover versions. Big deal.
3. What’s with the 70s Cill Black Show style dancers Leona Lewis had?
4. The Osbournes couldn’t present a cat.
5. You’re not fooling anyone by bussing in screaming teenagers to make it look like everything is brilliant.
6. ‘Celebrities’ are clearly encouraged to get pissed before they go on and present to make better TV. Vic Reeves came across as a complete arse and he’s one of my comedy heroes.
...anyhoo feck the fecking Brits. Let’s have some balance:
...because The Contrast Podcast is celebrating it’s 99th issue with songs about Ice Cream. Here’s my contribution:
...because of the radio show, I’ve not had the chance to get out to a gig yet this year but tomorrow night the amazing pairing of Nada Surf and Rogue Wave hits Manchester and I couldn’t miss that:
PS - hopefully the picture doesn’t offend you...
...because as someone far cleverer than me (Bill Hicks) once pointed out, freedom means freedom, including the freedom to fly or even burn flags if that’s what you want to do:
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Sunday, 24 February 2008
