The Gallaghers – especially Liam – are starting to grate on me just a touch now. The press seem to be so wrapped up and in awe of the fractious (fractured) relationship at the moment that the time we are currently in could be mistaken for being 1995 again. The band broke up, you both made records separately, Noel’s was better as expected, blah-di-blah, I’m bored. In fairness to Noel, he maybe shouldn’t be slung into this rant as, as usual, he’s come across as rather likable, witty and cool as of recent. Liam, however, has come out of all this looking, well, like Liam Gallagher: an irritating oaf, so perpetually ready to remind us how ‘fooking cool’ he is while most, other than Oasis sycophants, simply cringe at the sight of him.
The X Factor (UK) this year is a massive damp squib. Louis Walsh is tiresome, Barlow is fucking drab and Tulisa won’t stop saying “you smashed it tonight”, which is just a tad annoying. The contestants are terrible this year other than the fat lad with the bowl-haircut and in the last couple of weeks I’ve zoned out during performances before turning over. Especially last week’s because there wasn’t even the ever-gorgeous Kelly Rowland to supply me with visual pleasure (this is bordering on misogyny I know, but she really is the only respite and if it’s any consolation to femmos reading this; I quite like the cut of her jib too). I’m not even going to start with the rather aptly-named Alexandra Burke by the way.
Sorry feminists… couldn’t resist!
As a QPR fan I’ve been dreading the forthcoming weekend for quite some time. With the schooling at White Hart Lane last week fresh in the mind we welcome runaway leaders Man Citeh to Loftus Road. Ricky Hatton thinks Citeh will win 8-0… I hope he’s not right, but I am pragmatic about our chances at best.