Its pronounced 'Bull' idiot
Having just spent a couple of days in North Yorkshire, doing such rock and roll things as walking up snowy hills and eating cake, there are two things that have been on my mind.
The first thing was how a dog that was barking at me from a shed roof managed to get up there, and how he intends to get down.
The second is prompted by that godawful song by Orson. I hated that abomination from the first moment I heard it, my rage reaching ridiculous heights when, firstly, he sings about Red Bull as if we would be impressed by his boasts of its consumption whereas, we all know, it is a drink for idiots. Secondly, he sings it as ‘Red Boulle’ to make it rhyme. Could I hate them any more? Yes! Because at that point I hadn’t laid eyes on them.
Oh yes, this lot are the some of the most smuggest, loathsome, wastes of oxygen ever to emerge from my telly. Barenakedladies anybody? Rather than waste your time by laying into Orson (nevertheless, a tempting option) I want to address something I noticed when I finally managed to raise my eyes to the screen. No less than two of them Orson have ’trademark hats’.
Whether it is a trilby, fedora or porkpie hat anyone in what can be loosely termed the ’Indie slash Alternative’ musical sphere who has a trademark hat is a twat. FACT. Lets check the roll of honour shall we? Him out of Kaiser Chiefs, Pete Doherty, beardy out of Kasabian and, of course, Orson. Need more proof? Brimmed hats work by indie/alterntive bands are the equivalent of people in the office wearing ties with Homer Simpson on them; dull people trying to convince us or their worth through wackiness. An unforgivable offence. As with everything involving Pete Doherty, the scrotes who copy these bastions of indie banality can only impress 6th formers; the boys who think that being a junkie fuckwit is cool and the girls who feel that boys wearing a hat because they have seen somebody else wear it is a sign of individuality.
Oh, and being bald is no excuse either.
The first thing was how a dog that was barking at me from a shed roof managed to get up there, and how he intends to get down.
The second is prompted by that godawful song by Orson. I hated that abomination from the first moment I heard it, my rage reaching ridiculous heights when, firstly, he sings about Red Bull as if we would be impressed by his boasts of its consumption whereas, we all know, it is a drink for idiots. Secondly, he sings it as ‘Red Boulle’ to make it rhyme. Could I hate them any more? Yes! Because at that point I hadn’t laid eyes on them.
Oh yes, this lot are the some of the most smuggest, loathsome, wastes of oxygen ever to emerge from my telly. Barenakedladies anybody? Rather than waste your time by laying into Orson (nevertheless, a tempting option) I want to address something I noticed when I finally managed to raise my eyes to the screen. No less than two of them Orson have ’trademark hats’.
Whether it is a trilby, fedora or porkpie hat anyone in what can be loosely termed the ’Indie slash Alternative’ musical sphere who has a trademark hat is a twat. FACT. Lets check the roll of honour shall we? Him out of Kaiser Chiefs, Pete Doherty, beardy out of Kasabian and, of course, Orson. Need more proof? Brimmed hats work by indie/alterntive bands are the equivalent of people in the office wearing ties with Homer Simpson on them; dull people trying to convince us or their worth through wackiness. An unforgivable offence. As with everything involving Pete Doherty, the scrotes who copy these bastions of indie banality can only impress 6th formers; the boys who think that being a junkie fuckwit is cool and the girls who feel that boys wearing a hat because they have seen somebody else wear it is a sign of individuality.
Oh, and being bald is no excuse either.