I hate X-Factor with a passion. I hate the inane blandness of the “acts” it manufactures for the Great British public while claiming to find “new and exciting talent. No your not Simon, what you are actually doing is stopping the talented and hard working from ever having a chance!!!
A few Fridays ago my drinking partner and I decided we’d go and see some live music. It wasn’t difficult we picked up the Pub Paper and had a look what was on offer. None of the bands were ones we’d ever heard of but we picked one and took our chance. Now it doesn’t really matter who we saw just the fact we bothered. And the band were excellent, talented musicians, but we both knew that they were never going to get any bigger than they probably are. And not because of anything they were doing wrong just the pure fact they were different and by that very fact they were knackered. They had a girl playing the flute and a guy playing a mandolin and they featured at the front of the stage not tucked away as an after thought at the back. And if they ever want to get big this is where they’re going wrong…..they weren’t bland and the same as everyone else, they were trying something different and doing what they obviously loved and doing it well. Simon Cowell and his lackies wouldn’t have had a clue, there was nothing for them to mould and shape apart from the difference and this is why the sad muppet is not only killing music he’s also killing individuality and talent.
The band by the way were called Washington Irving and if they play your local get off the couch, tell Cowell to “get thee behind me satan” and go and have a listen. Whats the worst that can happen???
I know Christmas is for the children but it wasn’t till I had my two boys that I realised exactly why people said that. Every year like every other household we would have a tin of Quality Street and every year we would add around 20 strawberry and orange creams to our local landfill. That was until the kids arrived and being kids they’ll scoff anything even these slimy confections. So thank you boys for helping me and mum lower our carbon footprint (while we enjoy all the best bits from Quality Street).
So what do you do on a Sunday if you have a serious phobia of dogs. A phobia so bad that even if you hear one running around you start crying and physically shaking. I know if it was me I wouldn’t be going for a walk in the park!!!!!!
But today in our local park we were asked to put our dog onto its lead as this woman was freaking out!!!!
And this scary hound of the baskervilles………a 6 month old Cockerpoo, a lethal mix of fluff and a deadly licking tongue. As scary as being savaged by a teddy bear or being run over by a giant marshmallow.
Having just sat through The Trial of Goldilocks as my sons schools Christmas play I began to wonder if we were so scared of being PC that the Nativity play was a thing of the past. Now don’t get me wrong the play was very good and the kids seemed to have a great time but it could have been done any time of the year and the only mention of Christmas in the whole production was in a chorus of We wish your merry Christmas at the end. Are we so afraid of upsetting the non Christians that we have a production where Christmas never seems to have been considered at all.
I’m not at all religious, I haven’t had an imaginary friend since I was really small and don’t understand why I would want one as a grown up but I believe it’s up to the individual to make up their own minds and this includes my son. Why should children be made to avoid the Nativity and the part it plays In a traditional Christmas. Goldilocks Trial would be funny at any other time of the year so at Christmas let me have Kings and Shepherds and lots and lots of kids dressed as sheep.
First blog….what to write. Could start with the business and how crazy it gets at Christmas and how on earth do you keep the sellers in stock without burning all your cash.
Or I could talk about my Southern born son turning into a Yorkshireman and working on his Northern accent.
Or Heineken cup rugby and the ten games over the weekend, heaven for a rugby fan……
Or we could talk puppies and how to stop the little one getting so excited she pees on any visitors to the house including us!!