Tuesday, February 23, 2010
So Cheryl Cole has fled the country – as I saw on the front of some skell’s paper. And apparently she broke off her marriage to the footballer by text, according to Yahoo. There’s twenty seconds of my life that I won’t get back. I love the media. I love the fact that I’m unable to shut myself off from this crap. Technology’s greatest gift is the off switch and it frustrates me that I can’t switch this bullshit off. We’re forced to see this. An unavoidable attack on the eye line. I understand that there are people who truly care about this sort of thing, and while some people are happy to have the intellectual capability of a miscarried goat, I am not. So please, just stop now. You are nothing. You have no talent. You are famous (deep breath –ready?) for nothing. So do something useful and go back to the karaoke night that spawned you. Then perhaps there will be something more interesting to see. Other than which particular cretin you are banging, or who they are banging behind your back.