it's another world
'Peas headline underage gig', said the BBC News website's Entertainment page. Clearly, these underage audiences are not very demanding.
And then the next day: 'Chipmunk suffers "exhaustion".' Popular culture used to make sense. On Jonny Trunk's Resonance show on Saturday, he played Pinky and Perky's version of White Horses. Pigs singing about horses - it's practically a definition of wholesome family entertainment. Pinky and Perky never suffered from 'exhaustion'. And they spoke really fast.
And they weren't on drugs, despite the rumours.
Now it's wall-to-wall brutality. 'He smashed my face to a bloody pulp!', said a headline in an issue of Chat I was perusing one lunchtime. The exclamation mark gave the announcement an incongruous air of pleasant surprise, as if this might be on a par with being given tickets to Take That. Better, even.
And then there's 'Jedward', about whom everyone, from the Prime Minister to my Mum, is obliged to have an opinion. To me the big question is not whether they can sing or dance, but whether they are even human. Not that it really matters of course. It isn't hard to see them presenting their own kid's TV show, playing two camp aliens in a space station, beaming guest stars up and probing them (in one sense or another). I don't even feel like I've invented that, just transcribed it from the future. Who says I'm out of touch?
And then the next day: 'Chipmunk suffers "exhaustion".' Popular culture used to make sense. On Jonny Trunk's Resonance show on Saturday, he played Pinky and Perky's version of White Horses. Pigs singing about horses - it's practically a definition of wholesome family entertainment. Pinky and Perky never suffered from 'exhaustion'. And they spoke really fast.
And they weren't on drugs, despite the rumours.
Now it's wall-to-wall brutality. 'He smashed my face to a bloody pulp!', said a headline in an issue of Chat I was perusing one lunchtime. The exclamation mark gave the announcement an incongruous air of pleasant surprise, as if this might be on a par with being given tickets to Take That. Better, even.
And then there's 'Jedward', about whom everyone, from the Prime Minister to my Mum, is obliged to have an opinion. To me the big question is not whether they can sing or dance, but whether they are even human. Not that it really matters of course. It isn't hard to see them presenting their own kid's TV show, playing two camp aliens in a space station, beaming guest stars up and probing them (in one sense or another). I don't even feel like I've invented that, just transcribed it from the future. Who says I'm out of touch?
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