Today, I was shocked to find somebody had called me cynical and grumpy. I've been called a few nasty things before... a cunt... a bastard... a miserable git... Shane. (what do you mean I robbed that off Scrubs?) However, grumpy and cynical? Wherever did they get that idea? Which reminds me, I've also been called a sarcastic prick, many, MANY times. Now, I let most of these slide because they have some element of truth to them. Except maybe cunt, bastard and Shane.
Michael Jackson died the other day. Public opinion is split. There's the "Hooray, the paedo's dead" crowd, and the "omg if Michael's dead, I'm going to die" crowd. There's a few people in the grey areas (like me, as per) but that's pretty much the two camps. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not nice when a person's idol dies (luckily for me, Kevin Davies is omnipotent). On the other hand, is there REALLY any need for every radio station to play non-stop Jacko hits? No. If Bradley from S Club 7 was mowed down by a bus in two weeks time, will Radio 1 be constantly playing 'Don't Stop Movin'? No. And I've surprised myself in comparing Michael Jackson to S Club 7, but there you go. However, I have read a few people's opinions on the web (and I'm sad to say it IS mostly the Americans) and they are well OTT. Fair enough, whether or not he fiddled with kiddies or not, still a human being (53% recyclable, like) and as such still deserves an R.I.P. However, it's not above me, or many others, to make jokes. Just when somebody does, don't fecking whinge about it. Life goes on. And for those who are suicidal about it, don't worry. Michael Jackson IS still alive.

(He plays for Shrewsbury)
They Call Him Rutman - bringing you my oh-so valuable opinion on events that have shook the world. Or not. Depends on what camp you're in... since 2009.
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