Sunday, August 30, 2009
I don't care if I sound mean when I say that I'm glad. They were tired old plod-rockers well past their sell by (sell out?) date and frankly the thought of idiotic Liam being exalted as a rock-god these past 15 years or more, fair made my gorge rise (whenever I did accidentally think about it). I say "old" plod-rockers, but Noel was only 42 and Liam a sprightly 36 (despite displaying the emotional intelligence and intellect of a 6 week old chimp).
Of the many things that made me laugh about this breakup though was the statement from the remaining band members that they were going to, "consider whether to carry on without Noel". Yeah, I predict that they'll carry on about as long as a chicken can with no head.
No I'm being too cruel again, go on Liam, sing us one of your songs. Oh, no lyrics yet? OK, just hum it. Oh, no tune either? OK, well can you do that 'hands behind your back gibbon sway' thing that you do in front of the mike? That's it, there's a good boy. Want a nana?
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