Insipid, pasty, watery ear-piddle. Katie Melua has a voice like a lazy 12-year-old pretending to be sick at school so she doesn’t have to do PE that afternoon. Her pathetic tissue-thin voice resonated perfectly in the dense, log-like skull of Radio 2 Yorkshire-thickie Michael Parkinson and such was his love of weak, weak shit, he played her records a lot.
Songs like “I’ve got cramps in my belly miss” and “it’s dead sore at the back of me throat” soon died down for her big hitters like “Closest thing to crazy” and “Ten million bicycles”, which were both unapologetic dewy-eyed horse-cockery.
Rubbishlisters, Harry Potter is more than rubbish, he’s a big pile of shit.
Unfortunately due to my suspicion that suggesting JK Rowling to be an unimaginative cash-whoring dipshit might well be libellous, I’ve limited the Harry Potter post to this site’s sister Faceboook group.
The fact is that’s my honestly held opinion and is not malicious, unless wishing horrid bum-diseases on an overstuffed poobrain is malice, I’m sure it’s not. Anyway, suing me would only make me richer, perversely, as bankruptcy would kill my student loan repayments off.
Anyway, if you wish to read the Harry Potter post you can go to the Facebook group ”The following things are rubbish“.
Facebook is also rubbish, for trying to pretend that it’s not just another advertising channel or for having so many optional “applications” as to make veteran pages mind bogglingly confusing to look at.
I’ll see you there.
