Signs of the decline of western civilization #537: the existence of this album. Quite apart from the title being a contradiction in terms; leaving aside the monumental laziness of the concept and indeed the track selection; ignoring for the moment the horrible stench of lowest common denominator marketing hanging over the thing like a toxic fug, there’s this: I actually know people who will buy it. And that in itself is cause for utter, utter despair.
Blimey. Poor old Tewkesbury. Stopped there once after the Big Chill. Now look at the place.
It’s time to take a stand, to lay cards on the table, to stop flip-flopping and shilly-shallying about. Upon careful consideration, Off Message hereby endorses Boris Johnson, MP for Henley, as its preferred candidate for Mayor of London. Yes, he’s a Tory. Yes, he’s a toff. But here’s the thing: at least he’s unlikely to cosy up to Hugo fucking Chavez or the Muslim Brotherhood, or liken a Jewish reporter to a Nazi concentration camp guard.
Let the cry ring out: Boris for Mayor!
The heavens have opened and the streets are running like rivers.
On the plus side, my headache has gone, so it’s not all bad news.
the comment left yesterday by ‘anonymous’ on a post from a couple of weeks back where I mentioned the fact that a few of my friends had started games of Scrabble with me on Facebook, one of these friends is becoming slightly irritated that I still haven’t taken my turn in whichever of the four games I’ve got on the go is theirs. (Indeed, I haven’t taken my turn in any of the four games for at least two weeks.) It hardly needs to be said, but whoever it is should know me well enough to realise that I’m now even less likely to take my turn, being, as I am, a petty, mildly malicious, awkward and annoying arsehole.
No no. You’re welcome.
