Who do you think would win in a fight between the stylists of each Coldplay, U2 & the Killers? Answer: who cares? As long as they’re preoccupied with fighting they won’t be able to dress up our rock stars as utter twats…
Just thought I’d throw that in.
Hello.
So another week bouncing around the UK as a lone voice for the TMFA (Too Many F’ing Acronyms) this week made all the better from the fleeting presence of Sol (that’s the fiery mass, not the lager). Because whilst as we’ve previously learnt - everything is better with bubblegum (barring soup and oral sex) - the same can of course be said about a good dose of sunshine (barring funeral scenes in gritty dramas and waking up next to Gordon Ramsay).
But even that sometimes isn’t enough to buoy me through endless meetings that seem to exist for the sole purpose of talking about what we are going to be talking about. I heard recently about an organisation where meetings all lasted no longer than 15 minutes. Genius! It would certainly cut down on the amount of people furiously agreeing in their own words - on an endless loop. It’s got to the stage now where inside my head I have playing the works of Oasis as transformed into elevator muzak in a bid to stop my blood from boiling.
You might not pick Oasis, but try the same principle with your own band of choice should you have the need.
Failing that - try this…
In the past I’ve been asked - and in turn asked others - ‘who would play you in the movie of your life?’ Recently I’ve gone beyond that and asked myself ’who would narrate the movie of your life?’ My number one go-to guy would have to be Morgan Freeman, in the vague hope that he would add gravitas to the tomfoolery that fluffs up my existence:
‘Little did Steve Rosier know on that fateful Tuesday morning, that the events about to unfold would have a profound impact upon his life - and resonate with a determined purpose throughout the rest of his days…’
More fitting would be the vocal stylings of Brian Blessed:
‘WHAT?!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF SATAN’S BALLS IS ROSIER DOING?!! THE MAN’S A BLETHERING IDIOT!!! WUHAHAHAHAHA!!!…’
How about you?
Stay positive.
x
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
It would have to be the wonderful Jo Brand "she went into work that day knowing her name would be worn out through overuse if only they remembered it was Russam not Grusome...it ended up quite a bloodbath"
ReplyDeleteMine would be either:-
ReplyDeletea) Mr E from Eels, with his matter-of-fact, deadpan ways. (Easy choice)
b) Ron Howard, to add a jovial sarcasm to everything I do a-la Arrested Development.
C) Michael C. Hall as Dexter. To get inside my miiiinnnnnd and bring out my deepest darkest thoughts.
(Finally joined! x)