More arse than class. Billy Thorpe can’t compete
has kicked off in the UK. I call it Crapstonbury because mostly what I’ve seen so far (which isn’t much) has been total crap. Apparently there isn’t much to do in England because it looks like everyone in the country is at this festival. From the size of the crowd it looks like 11 million people are there. This morning I had the mispleasure of turning on the TV box to see something called CMat. Their website describes them as Euro-Country, but that’s not what they are at all. My description would be Garbo-biage. First off the overweight woman who I think is CMat, can’t sing in tune.
Furthermore she is fat, knows it, and insists on forcing these unpleasant facts on the audience by singing songs about being fat and unattractive. Further, and furthermore she wears a revealing body suit just in case you needed further proof that she is overweight. This is aggressive offensiveness for the sake of it. These people know that there are probably hate speech laws and fat shaming laws, and whatever laws the authorities need to dredge up if they want to shut down any criticism which might be directed at them, that’s why they do it. It’s a visual assault on people, but you can’t say a word now because of “muh hate speech” laws. Cover it up fatty, nobody wants to see it.
What is this shape called exactly? A blown out hourglass?
This pales in comparison however, with some flashback I saw earlier on from a previous Crapstonbury where an obese black woman who I think was called “Lizzo” was cavorting about in something a Playboy bunny would wear, and very little else. It was very unpleasant, bordering on the obscene. Everyone could see where the unshaved lady bits began, but that’s modern Feminism for you. No wonder half the male population in the cucked world wants to cut their dicks off. In a world of whales they can do a better job at being a woman. It’s disgusting, yet the crowds go for a mile back, and everyone knows the words to the songs. This is how the world ends, but it’s not my world. The death cult that is that alternate universe can rot and fester on it’s own, thank you very much.
Today I went out for lunch with my friend Gary the bassplayer. He’s played with Micheal Bolton among other people, and he’s very talented. Gary had to stop at the bank and get some papers notarized, so that took an hour out of our non-refundable life times. We eventually got the the Vietnamese place down in Jersey but the lady taking the orders was like something out of Monty Python. “No, we don’t have that, not today, no, no, no…etc.” The thing I wanted they didn’t have, yet somehow Gary ended up with it, and a Bahn Mi appeared out of nowhere that neither of us had ordered.
The Pad Thai that I eventually got was largely inedible. I’m insisting on the Korean Ugly Chicken place next time. This was only discovered by accident on the way back from the Pho disaster because Gary had to stop off at the Ace supermarket to buy some Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. The supermarket doesn’t have a liquor license but the joint next door sells beer and hard liquor. (just like Downunder)
I was wearing a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cap today. I think that’s where he got the idea from.
Happy Friday.
I wrote a song about Blue Ribbon Beer, plus another one about Alan Jones ( NOTE – there’s about a minute of silence between the two songs)
Today’s bonus clip – Gary talks about what’s doing today. (Thumping along)