“Ugh. I was in my favourite cappucino bar, reading Dostoevsky and enjoying my oatmilk latte, when it happened. Last Christmas came on the radio. It’s not even December yet, and I’m out.” Is there any dullard greater than people who play Whamageddon? I mean, probably there are. But the combination of pretentiousness, musical snobbery, desperationContinue reading “Whamageddon is for killjoys”
Random rambles about life, music and football from a man who took up blogging way after it was a thing
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