Like most diarrhoeas and diarrhoei, it's nice to have a clear out now and then. Letting off steam is natural. A hearty pillow scream is a frequent occurrence for many, Or too much masturbation. Often a combo. I know you're with me.
But first to a fight.
I've beaten up two boys. One for a friend when I was seven, and the other when he chucked me, because he didn't want to give me the coconut sweets he'd brought into school especially for me. He told me this to my actual face with his actual face. What sort of dumping excuse is that? He was practically begging me for a hiding. I know you're only nine, but there's no need to be snide about this, mister boy thing.
It was on. I remember clearly swinging him around to disorientate him, and raining down four punches and two kicks. Not Street Fighter style, more girl punch (as in fight like you don't actually want to kill someone). Before it started getting too slappy and I began toying with the idea of windmilling him, I made sure he submitted.
I like to think I had my foot pressed against his now tarmac-kissing cheek, but I probably went off to have a big cry at the effect of the mass of adrenaline soaring through me. If he was clever, he would have given me the chocolate as a dumping gift. He was right though, I only wanted him for his coconut.
Ejecting your verbal muck into the atmosphere is a healthy way to unleash the thunder. I no longer swing people round to disorientate them. And so I present to you a favourite vent of mine that is dripping in controversy.
Ejecting your verbal muck into the atmosphere is a healthy way to unleash the thunder. I no longer swing people round to disorientate them. And so I present to you a favourite vent of mine that is dripping in controversy.
'The cover that is better than the original' debate.
Argument for 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye'. Soft Cell Vs David Gray.
Discussion is welcome. Counter argument needed (loser).
I first became intimate with the Soft Cell Original on BBC 6 Music, where it was on the regular playlist as a solid favourite. Urgh.
I love 80's music. My brother and sister pumped me full of good stuff when I was kicking about the house being an annoying baby sister; reading diaries, and discovering porn collections where I shouldn't have (there's only so much private time an 8 year old can have). But the song stayed away from my ears, and with good reason; the recording is so harsh and empty. But the song is so so beautiful, so beautiful it requires another so.
Listen to 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye' 'Soft Cell' and listen to Marc Almond's Voice. Flat, emotionless, and the video of when it was originally released is an appalling example of how cocaine is and will always be a shitty drug. Almond can't even project any form of soul he's so addled on bullshit dust.
What a let down to a beautifully bittersweet song. Empty aural slurry. I don't believe you Marc, record the song AGAIN (please).
So to the covering opponent:
David Gray. Yes, the Grayster (as the hipsters call him). Now, he's harmless enough really isn't he? His music is harmless enough, and he's done a couple of songs that I think are genuinely great, and that's the thing about David. He's genuine.
David, can you tell Marc we want him to do it again please? You're such a nice man.
To conclude with an American joke, dedicated to Marc Almond and David Gray.
Marc Almond and David Gray go into a new swanky bar. The barman says to Marc, "Fancy something almondy?"
"Yes please", replies Marc. The barman brings him an Amaretto.
"...And David, would you like something gray?"
David thinks about this, and can't imagine what gray drink they might bring him.
The bar man returns and hurls a large bulky sack at him.
"Oh we had a refit, they left the cement, ya bland get".
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