Fuck John Galt

To begin, I will quote Paul Krugman, because if you’re going to start an inevitable argument, you might as well start with a Nobel Prize winner: “There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a … Continue reading

A Masterpiece You Say?

So art is a fickle thing. Recently you may have heard that a painting sold for £21,000,000 (if you didn’t, then yes, twenty-one million pounds), a rather large a mount of money. It was a painting by a chap named Gerhard Richter called Abstraktes Bild. There are certain words that spring to mind when I … Continue reading

The Thing About Facts

So I was watching The Newsroom this summer. It’s good entertaining tv. Particularly if you agree with everything it pretty much goes on about (but that’s not why I like it); it’s a bit preachy. It’s very preachy. But it’s tv. It’s American tv, which usually has some bent on it. Anyway. This isn’t an … Continue reading

YES

Fucking yes. http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/791630426/claptonhousepartycunts That is all.

I am the 1% (Who can see beyond the fun of being a hippie)

Whilst whoring it up with StumbleUpon I was taken to a Daily Kos article expressing the author’s distaste over the people who obviously don’t understand the Occupy [enter city here] movement. And irony of ironies, what do I see? Someone missing the point! Now, maybe it’s because it’s a website dedicated to American ‘liberals’ (I … Continue reading

More Kindred Spirits?

Now, you will know by now that we fucking hate hipsters. Any accidental hipsters must go through a thorough screening process before they talk to us. They must be cleansed. Real bone fide hipsters must go through a firey building wearing nothing but a moustache, riding a fixed-gear bike we doused in petrol only minutes … Continue reading

Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way.

I’m not going to lie. I don’t walk at a particularly fast pace. In fact I walk kinda slow. If I am walking with someone else, most people in fact, chances are they will end up a couple of metres in front of me before they turn around and huff and wait for me to … Continue reading

Manufacture THIS

Manufactured pop. The musical equivalent of prison rape*. Am I the only one who is shit sick of these charlatans who call themselves ‘musicians’? Any bugger with a half decent voice can win a karaoke contest. But unless you write your own songs, don’t bother calling yourself a musician. You’re just a little puppet. Seriously, … Continue reading

Songs For My Jilted Generation

There’s an interesting article on the BBC website (good ol’ Aunty) that I came across this morning. You can read it here. It’s very UK centric so if that’s irrelevant to you then, well, tough. But it’s worth a read regardless. It talks of the generation born in the 80s and how they will be … Continue reading

What I Wouldn’t Give For Explosives…

It’s one in the morning.   It’s hot.   There is no fan or air conditioning.   Opening the window leaves you subjected to the sounds of China’s ongoing bid to build until ever later hours.   Closing the window doesn’t keep out the noise.   And then there is a motherfucking car alarm.   … Continue reading