Archive for March, 2009

she’s at it again

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

i’ve done it before, but, in the spirit of a well required encore:

To the tune of ‘Lady Madonna’ by the Beatles

Ex-Mrs Richie, to Africa once more
To get herself a baby for her first encore
She’s got the boy; now she needs to get the match
To stop that Jolie woman sniffin’ round her patch

David Banda’s chllin’ in his playpen
Alex Rod is shootin’ up next door
Jesus Luz’s mother’s in the press ‘n’
Says you’re a whore

So dear Madonna, new babe on the list
One more string to tie around Kabala wrist.
David and Rocco, Lourdes there as well
The life of all your Nannies must be f*cking hell

Cynicism’s rife in all the meeja
All you’re tryin’ to do’s Express Yourself
Here’s a PR stunt that seems to Need Ya
(Why) Depress yourself?

so me

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

 

 

I’m not saying I’m not a good loser but trying to watch last nights final of Melodifestivalen via a streaming link was like watching Stephen Hawkings Breakdance. An awful lot of ‘buffering’ for a little action, then back to the buffering. The knowlegde that other people (who live nearer the phone exchange) were watching it with no juddering at all sent me into a towering rage.

Then, this morning, this….

i seen beyonce at burger king

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

I have no idea why, many months after it’s release, this still makes me laugh, clap like a special needs person and sing along with the chorus* (*well it would do if I dint have this verstinkener cold!)

From Cazwell, my favourite cute gay white trash rapper.