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It is Chav Christmas. They get to combine anti-social behaviour, noise and begging. The only upside is that a few of them will maim themselves with fireworks.
Kiss weren't for me at all. Just because of their awful '80s period. But bands I do like a lot, their guitarists all cite Ace as the reason they picked up the instrument. So there's that really.
As with films, they've made the digital side of things a mess. You're best off just doing what I do and having a collection they can't take away from you.
I don't buy into the whole physical media thing. I had a cabinet thing that was full of all my CDs. One day I sold them all to CEX through their website (they even sent me the boxes) and ended up making a few hundred quid.
Sure, some great albums went for like 25p or whatever but f**k it, I wasn't using them so who gives a f**k?
I don't really stream (although I've got a YouTube playlist that I play on the Alexa in the kitchen when I'm cooking) but I do have an extensive, curated MP3 collection and I listen to music ALL THE TIME.
Ronaldo is infinitely dislikeable. A preening prick with a goal celebration that is just him modelling for a future statue that he thinks he deserves.
But of course he's an arrogant count. He's the best to have ever done it. I don't really watch any football these days that isn't QPR but I used to and I remember seeing him just single-handedly murder teams for fun.
Watching him demolish Inter Milan all night or a cup game against Everton where he was just dicking their dads the whole match. Unbelievable. I lost touch with his career after he left the Prem.
But he's not a real person. He's CR7 (yuck!). A fking brand. A hybrid of talent and marketing. But I'm glad I was around to see him at his peak nonetheless.
That said, I'm glad we got the cooler Temu version in Taarabt.
I've been on this planet for 50 years and we're now at the point where being Coventry is some how seen as aspirational. What even is this world anymore.
You never would have dreamt it. Being Coventry can't ever be a good thing. I don't care if they sell out to Sheik Muhummad El-Bitcoin and end up in the top four of the Prem, I'd never aspire to be them.
Everyone sucks off The Specials but f**k that too. Rest in Peace but Terry never had the most charisma or talent and really if you take out their three best singles, the rest was kind of blah.
Give me QPR every day of the week. Give me London. West London. The Clash, Killing Joke, The Who, The Stones.
You know who's from Coventry? Mark King from the band King. Love and Pride. Used to be a coppa, they don't tell you that do they?
Frank as Manager, Dennis Wise as Assistant Manager. And John Terry as our Inclusion and Diversity Manager. Call us Shepherds Bush Blues.
Nah fk that.
Even if we hired Frank (shudder...) and he did well, he's still eventually going to start doing less well or leave, which would put us in the same position we were in before except that now we are the club that hired Frank Lampard. A club of dirty bitches. Lampard-hiring, Chelsea cocksuckers.
I didn't rate it really. There's a thing with horror films where if the monster in it isn't done well, you better not show it.
Like think of Alien. It's the best movie monster of all time but even then they knew to keep it in the shadows and keep its camera time down to just glimpses. Alien Earth didn't realise that and fully lights the thing for long shots and it looks fking shit.
The Babadook just looked like the 'you're my wife now, Dave' guy from League of Gentlemen. As soon as I saw it, it broke the spell of the film for me.
But the film did one thing brilliantly. The whole start is about how much the mum is at breaking point with the kid and they nail her whole mood. There's a bit where someone says something to her about how it's good to be a mum and she gives the most subtle look and it cracked me up. Perfect acting.
Man, MND that's the c*nt of all the diseases. 47... eesh.
I watched that film about Stephen Hawking - The Theory of Everything.
I know it's a dramatisation and whatever but when you see the progression of the disease and the things it starts taking away from him, like the first time he can't make it up the stairs, it's just terrifying.
For me I'd be stashing as many drugs as possible and trying to time it so that when I get close to the point where I can't make the decision myself, I'd be swallowing them all. But that's a luxury he's not got if he's got kids. It's just so very sad.
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