Tuesday, March 23

DILEMMA (OH!):
 


Warning: Serious political issues shall be herein discussed.

Like these lovely people, I currently find myself faced with quite a dilemma.

I no longer care. About anything.

About Bryan leaving Westlife. About Atomic Kitten splitting up. About Courtney Act, who I should love.

About George's new album. About Britney being number one for the first time in four years. About the first of the Big Brovaz making a bid to come out with his ghettobility in tact.

About Jewel. About Jessica Simpson. About Busted, about McFly.

About pop.

And I'm blaming it all on Jamie Cullum, the culmination of everything that is wrong with the hideous coffee-table-and-dinner-party affair that the pop charts have become. But it's not all his fault. It's Dido's fault. It's Norah Jones's fault. It's Katie Bastarding Melua's fault. Bland, bland, personality-void drones with guitars and a line in 'meaningful' lyrics. People who buy their soul from Woolworths. Jazz musicians with NME haircuts and Converse Allstars.

It's my mum's fault.

Something's got to give.

(I'm feeling rather poetic and self-indulgent today. I'm also a tiny bit drunk).