Guess who?
No, I'll tell you, you'd never guess if you didn't already know. It's Jade "racist thicko" Goody.
I'm not entirely sure what qualifies her to be Britain's 'bravest' bride. I'm aware that she has cancer, and is expected to die soon, but, honestly, women like that are married everyday, and don't get £70,000 from Hello for it. Or was it OK!? Doesn't matter, I don't read either. And I don't care - I'm sick of having it shoved in my face.
This next sentence may not gain me any fans, but I'll write it anyway. Having cancer does not make you a better, more worthy person, and nor does it make you brave. It's unfortunate to put it mildly, but it doesn't change you as a person. Your response to it is what matters - and Jade's response hasn't changed since she got her first taste of fame on Big Brother. She milked it, and will continue to do so after her death. That's not brave, and there are many brides and cancer patients more worthy of the attention the media are currently showering on her. My aunt, for instance, was told she had only a few months to live. That was over ten years ago, and she now runs a successful business in-between surgeries.
I've been holding this post off for days, because it seems hypocritical to give the pain more attention while criticizing the media for doing so. But after that metro article, I hit breaking point. Calling Jade Goody "Britain's Bravest Bride" makes a mockery of bravery, brides and cancer patients. Jade is still the racist bullying idiot she always was, and it seems that cancer hasn't changed her. Nor has it changed my feelings on her - I didn't care about her then, and I don't now. I may be called heartless, but at least I'm not claiming that contracting cancer makes one a better person.
So here's a message to the journalists of the UK - go back to writing about actual news.
Oh, and one more thing.
http://fametastic.co.uk/archive/20090115/15015/jade-goody-im-keeping-my-cancer-battle-from-my-kids/
Well done on respecting the wishes of a dying woman, fucktards.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Get the Fuck Off My Screen
Monday, 23 February 2009
Will Young
"Will Young X-Factor Audition" is quite a common search on youtube. Which is very odd, since Will Young was the winner of Pop Idol.
The video for Light My Fire was extremely unfair and not amazingly well thought-out. He's gay - is it really that girl's fault that she can't light his fire?
Hey Ya makes a very moving ballad.
Friday, 20 February 2009
I Want to be Reincarnated as a Guitar
Anyway, guitars. Guitars just do something to me. They're the only instrument that can express pure anguish (listen to the end songs of Final Fantasy IX and Shadow Hearts II). They're just electrifying.
Examples;
Jesse's Girl
Johnny B. Goode
Anything, Anything
Kayleigh
Saturday, 14 February 2009
Nudity
However, even I was a little surprised by something that happened on our last shopping trip. After getting extremely lost in Merry Hill (seriously, that place is like three miles long), we found ourselves in a shop which was having a closing down sale. On the back wall, they had a lot of framed pictures.
We both pointed and said "look!" to each other at the same time.
He was pointing at a picture containing several mostly-naked, oiled, muscular men (wrestlers). I was pointing at a semi-naked woman with a very nice arse.
What is wrong with our relationship?
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Free Theatre Tickets
Arts Council England in association with the Metro have come up with a scheme that offers free theatre tickets to those under 26, to try to encourage young people to see more plays.
I like plays.
Basically, most, if not all theatres in the UK are participating. You can go here and search by postcode to find the theatres close to you, Most will not allow online booking for the free tickets, and they are, of course, subject to availability. And you'll need a photo ID to prove your age. The tickets are only available for Friday night performances, which is amazingly frustrating because I work those nights.
Another more frustrating thing is that The Rep is shown An Inspector Calls tomorrow night. It's the last Friday night of it's run and I'm not working...but, I won't be in Birmingham either.
Grr.