I don’t have pet peeves, I have whole kennels of irritation.

13 February 2006

I was going to blog about this little, but very irritating, cut I have on my lip. But it is my own fault as I have a habit of biting my mouth, but then I decided not to, as there is a far greater irritant in my life at the moment.

You know who I am talking about; The Blunt.

Remember, I gave out about that assault on my ears and brain You’re beautiful last year?
Image Hosted by ImageShack.us And that was many, many months ago. Yet he is still with us. Wailing and moaning about yer wan on the tube. But even worse, he has other songs. Other whines to try and make me give in. But I shall fight on, against this trite. I shall not be overcome.

Goodbye my lover?!
Ha. I wish it was Goodbye you loser.

I’m so hollow, baby, I’m so hollow.
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so hollow.
I’m so hollow, baby, I’m so hollow.
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so hollow

I bloody well know you are hollow you arse. Hollow and shallow and meaningless and whiny and killing me slowly with those excuses for songs that keep spewing forth.

Will you be my shoulder when I’m grey and older?

Will you stop singing so I can turn on the radio without dread?

But the problem now is that it isn’t just the radio. He has an advert on the telly for his “live shite”.

Look here Blunt, I’ve had enough. Shut-up. Get out of my hearing, get out of my sight.

I’m a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.

Well, yes. Yes you are. So can I snip the strings and have you collapse?

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15 Responses

  1. anne says:

    Methinks the lady doth protest too much. I sense the beginning of a "beautiful" love story.

  2. Fence says:

    Anne, normally I'd agree, but you see you can never over protest against The Blunt. He must be eradicated. Delende est Blunt and all that.

    So Belfast is the romantic capital of the world then? Jules whatchymacallhim was right?

  3. NineMoons says:

    Have just blogged about it. I think it wasn't so much Belfast was romantic, as just the hotel. It could have been in frakkin Beirut and we wouldn't have noticed.
    There was also a miraculous lack of sniping and bitching between the Beloved and me. I put it down to the huge amounts of available food and the dvds.

  4. That's it. I can no longer contain my love for you. I shall shout it from the highest mountain, as I dangle Mr Blunt from a rather flimsy looking piece of twine………..my proclamtions of adoration echoing off the jagged cliffs below.

    Did I mention how jagged them cliffs are? And how flimsy the twine is?

  5. proclamations, even……

  6. Fence says:

    Ooooo, is the twine beginning to fray? I can foresee a happy ending

  7. NineMoons says:

    Don't wait for it to fray! He might sing during those few seconds. Take out a big ole knife and slice the rope. OR him. Whichever…

  8. It's been fraying for the last five, terrifying minutes. In fact, I think he might have wet himself. Either that, or his balls have finally exploded from the constant straining of that ridiculous voice.

  9. NineMoons says:

    FM, do NOT do that. I made a strange choking back laughter sound when I read your last post. Then I had to hide it as a cough-sneeze-snort thing. Now my co-people think I'm weird(er).
    So please, stop being so hi-larious. M'kay?

  10. Fence says:

    FM, you may continue. everyone already knows that NM is weird already :)

    So that is The Blunt taken care of, all we need now is a group of dedicated Death Dealers to travel the world, hunting down and eradicating all copies of his sounds.

    I've already been assaulted this lunch time while waiting for me coffee.

  11. Sorry. But it's only fair, as you do the same to me on a regular basis. Besides, if I could get frakkin' blogger to work, I'd be posting Part Four instead of loitering around here. As much as I am enjoying it. You and Demon do make for infinitely more enjoyable company then in my immediate environs……

    Oh, look. He's just finished screaming for his mother, and now we're into confession time. What's that? You did WHAT to your commanding officer? Well, that would explain the voice…..

  12. NineMoons says:

    You know, putting a smiley face beside something doesn't stop me feeling pain at your cruelty.
    And FM, tee hee. Who knew that so much enjoyment could be derived from reading about the torture of a "popular" singer?

  13. Fence says:

    Well, if the smiley face doesn't bring joy what is there left in this world? Nothing. We may as well all join The Blunt in wailing away, and folding clothes.

    FM, don't blame blogger, post it here, as a holding measure so we all get to read.

  14. Thanks, but Blogger seems to have righted itself. Perhaps disposing of The Blunt has restored balance to the force….

  15. NineMoons says:

    Wha joy i's left in this world? Logan Echolls' eminently bitable lower lip? It gets me through the long dark hours of work. ;-)