My weekend day off (ie today) has been dull, overcast, cold, windy with occasional sleet and hail. Marvellous. Don’t you just love cuddling up to someone as the rain patters on the window and watch something good on the TV. In my case I cuddled up to Chili as we watched Harry Potter. Well you know… you sometimes have to dumb down with the films, hehe.

Now my blog today will be more of a salute to a certain band (which I mentioned to Chuckie the other day).

I have, in the past, ranted about bands that sing depressing songs and nothing else. Keane, mostly Coldplay, you get the idea. I purposely left out Radiohead as I explained at the time (thanks to Mr Holmes for keeping me honest on that score) but I should have added another band that although they tend to produce music that could be described as remarkably downing at first listen, the way they make their sound is another thing entirely.!

The artists in question.? Well the Manic Street Preachers of course.

Having listened to them for a large duration of a long and musically important career you realise that the mound of joy they have inside them at making the wonderful melodies they do is always there no matter what their subject matter. Be it anorexia, the Spanish Civil War, it is all bound together in their love of making their sound. Suicide is Painless, the M*A*S*H theme tune was covered by them a while back and they even managed to make that sound jolly.

I should write longer on this but I have just realised my subject matter has precluded saying to much.

Oh well. I shall be back soon with a proper rant. Probably about customers lol.

John Sergeant puts a nice perspective on his declining to further participate in the Strictly Come Dancing toss-fest that is currently on the BBC…

“I would like to point out I am not in the Government, it is only meant to be light entertainment”.

Thank you… sensible commenting, now tell the Government that.!

So. X Factor. Now I know I shouldn’t be watching it but for a bit of car crash TV it does go down in history as being one of the most frightful bits of “entertainment” ever made.

Looking through the line up over the past few weeks it is very apparent that irritating singers are still around in abundance. Specifically I am talking about Miss Diana Vickers. Blonde haired, blue eyed, annoying.

She is the total embodiment of everything I hate about modern music all rolled into one badly dressed, shiny faced bundle. Her voice is that of Cilla Black mixed into Dido and a little of Kelly from the years gone by group “Deuce”. Each line of every single song is accompanied by an annoying squeal like the similar vocal acrobatics of Mariah Carey only with far less panache. Her hair is always shockingly frizzy and with more backcombing than the whole of Earth Wind and Fire managed throughout the 1970’s. She punctuates her on stage “art” with one hand held close to her face, it gets in the way of her singing, such as it is, and makes you want to just set fire to her outfit and the rest of her whilst giggling madly and ramming cooked ham into her face.

Mr Cowell et al appear to enjoy this and it is obvious why they would do. They are looking for the singer that will create themselves the most dosh. Sadly for the rest of us it means we will have to continue to suffer musical faeces dumped into our ears every time the radio is powered up.

On another note it is rather depressing that the Somerset girl group got kicked out so early. I think they would have been a far more interesting subject for me to take the piss out of and subject to involuntary euthanasia.

What a shame that Daniel was booted out this weekend though… he obviously wasn’t the thing everyone wanted, Tom Jones-esque as he was, but he certainly made me smile. I have no idea why.

Oh and Rachel can fuck off as well.

End of Lecture.

I have juuuuuuuust about managed to return my pulse rate and blood pressure to their normal levels.

That was THE most nerve wracking, nail biting, spine tingling race I have EVER seen.

As I just mentioned to the slightly bemused Chili (who doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about) this year I have spent about 36 hours (if you add in qualifying and build ups) following Mr Hamilton and his silver machine and I honestly thought it was all over. But to have the title decided in the last fifteen seconds of that 36 hours is fucking amazing. I was on the edge of my seat… my dad was on the edge of his… my mum, bro and his mate were stood in awe as the last lap unfolded into chaos with the rain coming on too lightly for the tyres Massa and the Ham had fitted. And then… Timo, Timo Glock. A saviour in a white and red Toyota thankfully could not keep enough speed through the wet part of the lap and, losing eighteen seconds in the final circuit, he was passed by both Vettel and the Ham on the final corner giving the Ferrari camp a sudden halt to their celebrations and making me shout at the TV in the same way I shouted last year at his first pole, his first win, his pole at Silverstone and this year with his first British Grand Prix win.

He wasn’t the fastest today, he was certainly not the best, Massa did everything he could and everything he had to, but in the end Lewis’s luck came back to him at the point where I thought I was actually going to fall off the seat. I never wanted to watch that last lap again but I have already just replayed it on youtube just so I could relive that fantastic moment when Martin realised Glock was on the outside of the last turn and that Lewis was past. James certainly didn’t want to believe that it was that simple until the Ham was passed the line and THAT was when Ferrari suddenly stopped their bouncing and stared aghast at the screens to see what was going on.!

I was certainly glad Murray wasn’t commentating for this race, he would have had an stroke, I almost bloody did.! Lewis, next time, just pleeeeeeease do it BEFORE the last race. I don’t think my body could stand up to another race like that. I was more on edge than any other race in history, including that Belgian GP where Hill took Jordan’s first win.

Congratulations Lewis. You have made us all very proud.!

Phew… Right, other news now…

Thank you to Mr Beaton for sorting out this site. Goodness knows what had happened to it, Hwang, please let me know.!

Work has been pretty busy for the past two weeks and I guess Christmas is now well on it’s way to the retail sector. Woolworths are still having problems I notice, maybe I should buy them out and turn them into a Marshmellow Market… soft, squidgy and extra long. Hmmmm.

And so to bed. Well actually to Mario Kart, let us hope I have Lewis’s luck tonight.

Fucking get in their my son.! Hehehehe.