For Shame

I learned something truly horrible and utterly repellent about my eldest nephew today, not that it changes what I feel about the rancid youth anyway - I still loathe and detest him but now I have even more reason. I understand from my sources that the brat wishes to go to a gig at the Mean fiddler/Astoria 2 (or whatever it is this week) at the weekend. Nothing wrong with that - wish there was something I wanted to see I hear you chorusing, but wait for the punchline please - the youth wants to go and see an EMO band. Why on earth he wants to listen to, let alone see, any band that is the bastard offspring of Leonard Cohen and Ride (or any other interchangeable late 80's shoegazers) I have no idea - perhaps I should tell my brother to lock up the razor blades...or maybe not.

By the way Mister Squeaky recommends you take the lard out of your ears (unless you're planning on an evening with Nightwish of course) and giving Schmoof's Chocolate Girlfriend a scan on You Tube