I don’t mind James Blunt although I don’t want to listen to him more than I have to.
A friend (different friend this time) covered an Ed Sheeran song (the A Team) last night, and it was OK. Generally can’t stand his music.
Cheryl would be in the top ten wouldn't she for battering that toilet attendant.
And as somebody who spent a bit too much time around frequent dabblers of cocaine, she has the air of somebody who hasn't joined the dots between her mental state and usage of that particular substance, like most people with a coke habit to be fair. I base this on how desperately unhappy she comes across as being, because that natural serotonin just ain't giving the same feels as it used to, man.
Isn't James Blunt a psy-OP to appease the kind of ladies we saw leading the VE day celebrations?
posh, check!
army boy, check!
Sings, check!
ooh mr Darcy!
Are you saying that No Good Advice is equivalent to the loud and startling noise made by a firework thrown to the ground on Bonfire Night?
Christ, I hate that word. When and how on earth did it acquire this neo-usage? [Goes back to smoking pipe and staring into space with a malign expression.]
Are you saying that No Good Advice is equivalent to the loud and startling noise made by a firework thrown to the ground on Bonfire Night?
Christ, I hate that word. When and how on earth did it acquire this neo-usage? [Goes back to smoking pipe and staring into space with a malign expression.]
I like the way that Hucknell then goes on to list named examples to back up his choices (not too sure that all of the British musos are from working class backgrounds) but when he gets to the flamenco gypsies (is that even an actual "culture"? Actually, the others aren't either really, so what the hell, I suppose) he just links to some of their "stuff".
One of my friends has got African American and Jewish blood and was brought up in a working class British household. Super-cool? Not really.
He gets to live, purely because he's great responding to haters on Twitter.
Mrs. S likes his (Blunt’s) music. I don’t but I’m a brilliant husband, so we went to see him. We were in the circle (it was at The State, an old theatre). At one point he did a runaround and was going along the front of our section doing high fives. We were a few rows back so I asked Mrs. S if she was going to go down there and join in. “No” she said, “he’ll be all sweaty.” So, just the music then.
If you want a posho to replace Blunt, Ed Tudor-Pole is a solid choice. There is a connection through family friends, and he is thoroughly obnoxious according to reports.
Hucknall's list of cool representative of their peoples presumably were Boyz II Men, Noel Gallagher, Shabba Ranks, Adam Sandler, and ... er... one of the Gypsy Kings?
Hucknall's list of cool representative of their peoples presumably were Boyz II Men, Noel Gallagher, Shabba Ranks, Adam Sandler, and ... er... one of the Gypsy Kings?
He couldn't think of any flamenco gypsies so he just posted some images of flamenco dancers instead.
Hucknall's list of cool representative of their peoples presumably were Boyz II Men, Noel Gallagher, Shabba Ranks, Adam Sandler, and ... er... one of the Gypsy Kings?
If you want a posho to replace Blunt, Ed Tudor-Pole is a solid choice. There is a connection through family friends, and he is thoroughly obnoxious according to reports.
He's alright, he's mates of several of my friends and lives locally, so I've hung out with him a bit.
Has a touch of leadsingeritis but generally OK. He turns on the charm for me but if he was a real dick they wouldn't invite him in the first place.
He was coming out with Biblical based cod Rasta spliff addled foolery to justify homophobia twenty years back, and there was the assault on that cabin crew member, so can't say I'm that surprised. But what a colossal wanker.
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