Lulu's projectile gob fit.

Nah, I won't write about that. I did come on to write about something but I happened to put the TV on and The Jools Holland show happened across my screen. I can't stand ranting about music I normally switch it off and don't listen if it's depressing. I mean, I do have the utmost respect for anybody out there expressing themselves and getting it all out and the like - it's not an easy road for sure, and I know it's each to their own and the like and I am glad to be home in old Blighty, but for f***ing hell's sake - sometimes I feel this country's music shituation needs a big kick up the a***. And yes I will happily blow my own f***ing trumpet and insist I can do better so I think its ok of me to have an opinion about what junk is constantly forced upon my ears. There is so much darn crap about that I think I ought to be very proud of the noises that I make. So, for a wee bedtime showdown shout, here we go. Screw you the cribs you should be called the plebs and screw you jools holland show peeps and simply red bloke you look well stupid playing the guitar, I even tried to move my screen off widescreen but found it wasn't the problem it was you and there's just no need for a big w***y solo there and oh sod it best retire to the boudoir where I can hide. For anyone watching it I hope the English efforts improve for our sake. Joe Cocker could be good but old Simply Red have finished me off so I'm going downstairs. Nighty night.