why bother with talent, when you can be a hack for free.

when i grow up i want to be a talentless hack. if this means i have to write for the nme then so be it. it is, in the words of elton john, a sack ehr ree fahhyce i am more than willing to make.

i'm not sure that i will be able to fit my tongue up pete doherty's herpes infested ring along with all the other slavering wet whores, but i'll adapt. i'm metrosexual or some other made up buzznoun2004 like that.

and i'm sure that you can get the op on the nhs nowadays.

(by the op i of course mean the surgical operation i will require to remove my dignity, cancerous little rapscallion that it is. like non-hodgkin's lymphoma that little fucker just seems to get everywhere. hopefully i won't contract that proper bitchin' superbug and die before my dreams come to fruition. that would just plain suck.)




now excuse me i am going to go listen to some fleetwood mac and pretend that in the next life i will be totally cool.






ps. classic rock is called so because it is classic and it rocks.