Friday, 1 October 2010

A Simple "What The Fuck??"...

Some days, I'll be reading The Guardian, and then maybe a good post on a funny sport blog, or maybe something on Mark Eitzel's website. I'll have a good talk about something with my brother, I'll write something I like. I'll see a good bird. I'll take a few wickets. Life will feel good. I feel like it kind of fits.
Then other days, I will see something like this...

Cool Brands

And worse, I'll read about it in the paper I buy and read because it sometimes makes me feel like I might be ok.

Like I say, what the fuck? Do any of those things on there need any more affirmation? Are they really cool? How would you feel about a guy who turned up at your party on a Harley Davidson, with a bottle of Dom in his hand, Iphones, pods and pads sticking out of every available pocket on his Vivienne Westwood motorcycle leathers? He wouldn't take his Ray Bans off indoors, and he would bore the shit out of you talking about his collection of Ferraris and Aston Martins before extolling the virtues of Google Chrome and insisting you all have a game of golf on the Wii. I'll tell you what you would think of him.

Firstly, you would ask what football team he played for, then, you'd tell him, firmly, to fuck off.