Thursday, September 22, 2005
Fuck The Valley Fudge
Sometimes, when people who have spent the day shopping proudly display their purchases for the benefit of the rest of the carriage, it irritates me. Especially when they are sharing hideous handbags, or vile shoes, and oh no, for the love of god, please don't try out your new perfume or on your make up.
Equally, sometimes (books/CD's/DVD's) I really, really want to see. There is a compulsive need to know if someone owns something I've read/seen/heard/heard off/got an ill-informed half-baked opinion about because Mark Lawson mentioned it once on Front Row. Be warned, I will perform contortions of circus proportions to peer uninvited over your shoulder and into your Waterstones bag.
Other times, there is no mystery.
Something about the font on his t-shirt and his ill-advised facial hair told me it was only a matter of time before he produced a Games Workshop carrier and whipped out a White Dwarf.
Excerpts From The Diary Of Todd Zilla - Grandaddy*
*bit disappointed joe, 'Fuck The Valley Fudge' & 'Florida' are great tracks & 'Goodbye' is ok but the rest sounds like ideas that didn't quite make the grade. You know, the sort of songs where you start off paying attention, then you realise you'd drifted off, because you're aware you've snapped back into it...and it's still the same track...though it seems like five minutes later...or it might be the next track, but you can't tell the difference...