| King's New Clothes |
Yes. Your Majesty! What a fine set of garments you are wearing! See also - some addled cunt busking her sorry, smacked up way through an overlong rehearsal on the Pyramid Stage whilst fifty thousand dickheads pretend it is a seminal moment in the musical firmament. For all you knobheads that reckon Amy fucking Winehouse is anything worthy, hundreds of other artists have managed to hold a tune/remember where the fuck they are/not give half the set to your session musicians whilst ripped to the tits. If Saturday night was anything, it was a barometer showing that any fucked-up, tuneless, shambolic spunk-tanker can climb on the stage, whistle 'A Message To You' out of their shit-locker and have cunts orgasming over it for fear of being banished from Planet-fucking-Now. The sooner she veins a milkbottle full of the bad stuff and fucks off for good, the sooner idiots can stop pretending she's anything but a shockingly poor, nit-ridden, overrated piece of shite. |