Every year at this time I have the same thoughts. No, not those kind of thoughts, I mean specific end of year type thoughts. What was the point of the last 12 months, has anything truly interesting, worthwhile or momentous happened during it, and why did I not get any pies in my Xmas stocking? So here is my personal review of the year, in several parts…
Part I: the sad bits. Like every other year throughout history there have been one or two deaths, but it is safe to say that none have been so widely reported in the international media and as lamented as the mortal-coil-shuffling-offs of the king of pop and one-time baby-dangling weirdo Michael Jackson, professional reality show contestant and pseudo-celebrity Jade Goody and ITV’s Teletext service. My wife is struggling to cope with the loss and will have to find another way to keep tabs on all the soaps she doesn’t think are worth watching.
Michael Jackson’s recently vacated position as the biggest selling musical act of recent times will no doubt be taken by Irish newcomers and regular nemeses of music impresario Simon Cowell, the unlikely and preposterous Jedward. Bizarre looking with freaky hair, surprising levels of campness and no discernable talent, Simon Cowell is nevertheless the world’s richest man yet to buy a Premier League football club. Jedward are not by any measure the best singers in the world and indeed probably not even the best singers in their family, but they nonetheless managed to rise above their mediocrity to become the most annoying yet mysteriously popular people alive – no mean achievement when you consider that Richard Hammond has yet to actually kill himself in the name of testosterone-and-gasoline-fuelled entertainment.
And finally, no mention of the year’s music can be complete without noting Susan Boyle, the million-album-selling, YouTube-topping surprise package of Britain’s Got Talent. So, thus noted, here endeth Part I… Part II to follow imminently.
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