(You're so) Selfish
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A lot Less Than Six Months.
So this is a day later. And what happened today?
Well, I've just finished writing the sitcom with my two writing partners. Writing with other people is interesting. It all depends on how big your ego is. Mine is huge (obviously) so I tend to veto people all the time. So they develop other ways of getting at you. Cleverer, shiftier, nastier. And they work. Thank fuck for that too. Because most of the ime my vetos are based on a crock of old shit.
I worked at the wine merchants today. And the boss was listening to U2. Shit. I fucking hate U2. I read recently that the lyrics to the song One had been voted best lyrics ever. Really?
'One life, with each other, sisters, brothers' .
That was voted as the best lyric ever!
Fuck off. How about this by Billy Bragg (paraphrased by the late, great Kirsty Maccall):
"I loved you then as I love you still
but I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill".
Genius.
Or how about this from Elvis Costello:
"But there's no danger,
It's a professional career.
Though it could be arranged with just a word in Mr Churchill's ear.
If you're out of luck or out of work,
we can send you to Johannisberg"
Or even this from Mr Cocker:
"I can't help it, I was dragged up,
my favourite parks are car parks,
grass is something you smoke,
birds are something you shag,
take your Year in Provence,
and shove it up your ass".
Proper genius. You can take your fucking Bono. And shove the hypocritical, sunglass wearing toadstool up your ass too.
S x
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To date 4 Comment(s)
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(1.6.06 09:35)
And Mr Cocker is usually right. If anyone harps on about U2 and greatness I just say 'Lemon'.
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(2.6.06 10:54)
Ooh - I'd rarver not go anywhere near the pompous git, selfish ...
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(2.6.06 14:07)
Hello again. Knew you couldn't keep away.
Have some sweeties - for what they're worth.
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cathexist
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(6.6.06 14:29)
I hate to spoil the anti-U2 concensus (one I'd generally be happy to partake of) but actually the lyrics to "One" are actually rather remarkable.
It details a conversation between a man dying of Aids and his lover. It's pretty obvious where the voices change, the bitterness contrasting nicely with the cliches (the latter of course are the bits that are quoted (and voted)) but the former is more interesting.
I reckon lines like:
"Did you come here for forgiveness? Did you come to raise the dead? Did you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head?
Well it's too late, tonight, to drag the past out in to the light. We're one, but we're not the same..."
are as good as any of the great Mr BRagg's output.
Er. Sorry.
As you were.
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