This is the end of 2009, my year of middle-aged outrage. And I would like to finish the year with this thought.
Is it me or is pop music crap these days? Half of it is pointless vapid drivel from an identikit Simon Cowell pop-drone. The other is people shouting about g-strings and booty over the top of random electronic beeping. You certainly can't sing along to that!
Mind you, I can remember the days of Rick Astley and Sinitta. So perhaps nothings changed.
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