Sunday - the day of rest....
Well, what a pile of old shite on the television this afternoon. I turned it on for my one day off in what feels like a year to chill out, and found myself gagging at the vile sight of some five desperado red coat reject members of a cover band trying their damndest to look sexy and work it accross my screen. The almost near gagging fit of disgust that ensued was not relieved at all when I realised that it was NOT some cheap show about X factor style gipo's trying to fight for a record deal, but, that I was actually witnessing one of the if not THE most successful current female act in the British entertainment buisiness today. None other than "GIRLS ALOUD"....
Jesus - can't they ship them all off to America? (Sorry America but I'm currently residing here) Erm, probably not because I can only imagine they'd be laughed back here within seconds of arriving - excuse me if I need correcting here - but if they do have a fanbase other than in this country then PLEASE - send them away. Even more disturbing than watching them rip a good old Chrissie Hynde number to shreds was watching them actually speak! What a desperate, un intelligent or even interesting bunch of chavs. "What's your favourite music video of all time girls?" "Errrrm, well, I dunno, I like loads really. Erm, I really like that Usher one cos it's really different and that........" or even better from Cashley Cole's grim "I'm not a WAG cos I work for my money" Cheryl Greedy , "well, it's gotta be Britney Spears cos it's like a really good advert for going to the gym....."
I am shocked and quite frankly appalled that those girls have actually crossed (or attempted to - via Rock gossip columns of late) the dire path they are shimmying down to the grand (hopeful ain't I) old world of Rock and Roll stardom with musical abilities most suited to those jobs working Butlin's holiday camps or cruisers. I mean, top that with all the personality you'd probably find in a Watford nightclub chick at three am on a Saturday morning.... (apologies Watford ladies, but you aint proffessing to be wild child Rock and Roll legends).
Yeah, ok, I've probably crossed the line here and slated some industry golden girls who I normally chose to ignore. Wicked old me. But lets face it - I just don't give a shit. Music industry bred bands are more often than not ones that shut up, shake their asses in time to bring in the paper and don't ask many questions. i.e. Muppets. Hence why my records aint on the shelves yet....
All five in the ring I say, I'll take em on.......... :-)
Switching swiftly over to football I find The Hammers just scored against my North London one time rivals, (God I'm being a bitch today) Tottenham. Which reminds me, a few of you have mentioned my anti Gallas comments of late and even suggested I eat my words.... Erm, well, being a woman, I ain't exactly about to apologise or indeed admit I was swift in cutting the boy down, but - even though he banged one in in what was otherwise I fairly tiring 90 minutes of football yesterday - I still want to see more before I fold. Ok, he's kinda out of my bad books, but only just. He's on like the back page of my good books lets say. I know - I'm a tough girl to please! :-D
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGH!!!! I just heard a Craig David is back type advert for his new album and you know what he's done???? There's like a tune that is basically "Let's Dance" but the lets dance is changed to "Hot Stuff!!!!" F***ING bloody hell I gotta get out of here before I go insane. Off for a swim. Laters lovelies!
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