So cats....whats all this pretty pretty business ? We cant seem to get away from pretty pretty...everything is Rose Tinted at the moment...There is the "i`m a girl who doesnt conform so i`m gonna sing folk style"... so you`re conforming then babe , simple as that...You are going to sing in a gravelly , almost constant falsetto to fool us all into thinking butter wouldnt melt in your fanny...do me a favour...and the names ! Vagina Plectrum ! Oh man , im gonna keel over and vom...youre so shitty, pretty pretty...
And the invasion of the pin-curled maniacs...its not a Tarantiono Sci-Fi horror man , its really happening...They are all over the manor , anyone would think its the second world war again, the streets are full of horrid 1940`s tat and dudes are starting to think they should change their names to "buck" or "chet" , they actually believe it man...its fuckin shocking to think people will believe they are totally individual , yet they hang in packs where the only individuality going for a penny is the fact that underneath it all they have an I-Phone and calvins around their crown jewels , plus a pack of durex featherlites , i thought it was supposed to be a geronimo re-useable number ???? There is a place in London where i swear to god the only thing missing is a doodlebug spluttering overhead and total curfew.... and every damn boozer you go in is packed to the rafters with scenesters running amock with quiffs and spectacles slobbering all over little Gene Kelly`s who appreciate "talented men ".. your fucking idiocy is a tribute to your parents...Go and bask in your notoriety , your Wayfarers are sure to "have your back"...
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