So, the difficult second post. Will this be an Evil Empire...A Second Coming or indeed a Spiceworld? So, I wonder, with a name which is Nordic for Zombie, should I post something about zombies? Or perhaps play on the subtle undertone of consumerism, especially at this primary gifting period or take the Charlie Brooker route of reality TV and how we all seem to be glued to the TV set watching Simon Cowell lead the procession of mawkish idiots who can just hold a tune and look like House of Frazer model rejects. (Says the fat man with too much body hair...am I jealous?? NO!) I dislike the turgid, flaccid excuse of shows like the X factor and I'm a dwindling celebrity watch me humiliate myself for your entertainment. I dislike them immensely. They seem to objectify the problem with modern society, the schadenfreude of the wet, sloppy fart of commercialism which parade in front of our eyes on the idiot box, drawing us in with flashy lights, Lady Gaga or Kelly Rowland gyrating their hips at you whilst wearing meat or fish or whale blubber or whatever the fashion it is that they're promoting this week, with adverts for the latest flashy Ipod Minute 7.4 and female porn like "Hello", "Oh" and "Sexually Repressed Housewife Weekly". I have personally never voted in a TV show poll. I barely earn enough for them to have them take my cold, hard cigarette fund away from me, therefore why would I pay for them to show me some gimp from a TV show about Essex or Hollyoaks eat a kangaroo testicle??? If I felt like I wanted to watch that, I'd go source one from a local butcher and hide it in my kids mashed potato.
