Thursday, June 12, 2008

Gypsy. By Berlei.


A few points:

So Lee McQueen won The Apprentice. I'm pleased and surprised. I've loved the series and I'm looking forward to the new one next year. I would never have guessed it would be him, he was probably my third guess, but I don't like Alex with is Cupid's bow lips and bolshy Claire. I quite liked Helene. She always looked sad.

I'm off to the Mojo Honours List Awards on Monday, where (hopefully) I shall be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Neil Diamond, Judy Collins, Paul Weller, Nick Cave and other legends from the pantheon of classic rock and pop. One problem: I'm not sure what to wear. Too old to rock, too young to die.

The weather forecast changes by the hour. I don't think there's much point in producing weather forecasts anymore, as they can't be relied upon to be accurate. Today it might rain. But then again, who knows?

I've got the most terrible toothache. I've made an appointment with the dentist tomorrow as it's getting to the stage where I can't actually eat, and it's painful. I can't not eat. I don't want to have to have liquidised food.

Will you be buying the new Coldplay album? Me neither. There pleasantly inoffensive, if you like that sort of thing. I'm no stranger to bland music, but I'd take Kansas, the Little River Band or America over this lot anyday, and I do. And Chris Martin irritates me more than anyone else I've ever come across, and that's saying somethng.

As you were.

5 comments:

Roman Empress said...

Chris Martin has taken to jumping up and down on stage, while singing ballads too. Odd.
Lee, oh Lee, he's made the show from start to finish. Lee, Lee. (Lee).

Chris Hughes said...

I never really liked Lee much, but he talked a good game in the boardroom at the end and probably deserved it. I also thought Roulette was a better idea than Dual with its hideous enormous bottle.

I thought it was a shame we didn't see much of the old gang last night, save for Kevin and his mental 'after shave stress ball' idea. I loved all the stuff about 'Ryan' and 'Adam', though ("He's 27, he lives in Leeds, he works a five-day week").

Isn't it Berlei, rather than Burley? I'm getting images of football manager George Burley moving into the brassiere market.

Five-Centres said...

You're right Chris, I shall adjust it.

I thought Roulette was a terrible name. And yes, loved all the Kevin stuff, it's all such rubbish.

They could have given Lee a name to say that didn't highlight his speech impediment. Wryan is not ideal.

A Kitten in a Brandy Glass said...

I must confess to finding Lee strangely attractive, although that's mainly despite, rather than because of, his personality. Also, the bit where he was directing the cheesy modelling shoot really put me in mind of The Stud. Perhaps he could be the Oliver Tobias of the Noughties?

goodbyetoallfat said...

How cool (Mojo awards) to get to rub shoulders with Neil Diamond.

That probably makes me a sad lover of bland music, but Diamond's tunes just "do it" to me (if you know what I mean).

Yeah, I know he's wayyyyyy too old now and I really shouldn't think about him like that but, evenso ....

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