The Scribblings of a Retard

OK, I admit it.

It was an amazing concert.

Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder were amazing. JLS were shit.
I was annoyed for the major part of it. Charles called the Queen ‘Mummy’. I laughed. We sang the anthem. I was really quite happily. Y’know what. It wasn’t as bad as I thought.

I don’t loathe the Monarchy, like Morrissey. I don’t love the Monarchy, like some obscure Americans. I’m just, well… not bothered. But you have to admit - it feels pretty good. Being Britishy.

Wow, I’m just contradicting myself. Just… hi. It’s a bank holiday. I’m tired. Happy days, England.

I find it funny that for these 4 days, England has turned into America.

(Source: longtimenospooning)

Mixed emotions.

Ok. SO we’ve established I’m not too keen on the Royals. Their only purpose is as a tourist attraction, and they really do annoy me. But when everybody sang God Save The Queen - god, we all knew we weren’t singing for her. We were singing for us. Because we are PROUD to be British. Fuck it, I love my country.

That’s it. I’ve had enough. The opinion-train starts tomorrow.

Stevie Wonder, a person who up until this moment I had the upmost respect for, has just invited will.i.am on stage to sing for a woman who has done nothing to earn our respect and expects everything in return because of the offchance she has been born into one of the cleverest dictatorships on the planet.

I start tomorrow. The Monarchy - you’re first.

(Slightly disappointed in Madness, though. I though Chaz and Morrissey were friends?)