Things I'm enjoying this week...
1.) The Twang - Either Way.
OK, it sounds a bit like the Stone Roses and all those copy baggy bands from the late 80s, but I ask you, good people, is that a bad thing, especially in a time where you can't move for twee, depressingly predictable middle class indie bands ripping off The Smiths?
2.) Kate Nash - Foundation.
A really good song that will hopefully take ver Nash to the next level.
3.) Scrubs is coming back for one more series. Huzzah!
Things I'm not enjoying this week...
1.) Laura Critchley - Sometimes
Imagine I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Say No put through a blender and rebuilt for the Nuts generation. I don't know anything about LC but she looks like she's come straight out of Hollyoaks (bland, blonde, big teeth) and if this singing lark doesn't work out she'll jump ship to Holby Blue.
"Sometimes I feel dizzy when you're around," sings Laura, 11, who obviously wants to be the next Natasha Beddingfield.
Idiotic, but not quite as idiotic as...
2.) In Britain today, the rich are getting ever richer. They live a life of privilege, comfort and security that only a tiny few of us will ever achieve, and that many of us can barely even dream about. So what do you give somebody who has everything?
Nothing.
That's the press release. And yes, the programme (Filthy Rich and Homeless) is as pointless and all round wankerish as that sounds
A bunch of posh pricks pretend to be homeless for a couple of days. Two patronising 'experts' follow them around and say things like, 'Tarquin didn't know that it's possible to go all the way from quaffing Champers with your chums to begging on the streets of London.'
So wrong on so many levels.
Another gem from BBC Three. You might remember them from such other shite as Fuck off I'm fat and Help! My Kids are Spoilt Little Cunts.
3.) Badger or Bust.
Your business is in the shit. So who ya gonna call? The Badger - a.k.a the chubby lesbian who was runner up in that Alan Sugar programme. Which is a bit like hiring Jimmy Krankie to help your boxing career.