I too have never got reggae. I mean it's so fucking dull and samey. kerchink Kerchink kerchink. I can appreciate that Bob Marley sounded fresh to european ears at the time, but it's been years and the entire genre has failed to come up with anything to improve upon Althea & Donna's Uptown Top Ranking. Whatever. Learn some more rhythms.
While we are at it, Dancehall. Sorry but that is a horrible drumbeat and you cannot dance to it.
Or Dizzee Rascal. Not his music. I can take or leave it. Some ain't bad. And I care not a jot about whether he's "street" or a fluffy bunny rabbit. But his fucking accent. He's from fucking BOW. Nobody talks like that in Bow. I bet dear old Mrs Rascal doesn't talk like that. Talk like a fucking cockney you try-hard loon. "Like, by the way is pronounced "Lyke", not "Laaaaahhhhhhrrraghk"
Onions. On and in everything. Onions ruin everything they touch. Especially cheese. And meat pies. If you must put them in your pie the put that fact in big letters on the front so I don't waste my time or money. kthxbye.
Golf. My opinion is slightly coloured by the fact that I am working myself to the bone at the moment trying to make sure that everyone who follows the Open Championship online has the best website I can provide, but It beats me why it's so popular. Or how on earth anyone manages to be good at it. I tried golf once. It seems like if you want a small ball to travel a long way to a very small area, a golf club is a device singularly unsuited to making that happen. I did get a corporate jolly to Wentworth once and it's very pretty but I couldn't help thinking that if they dumped the golf it would make a superb quad bike track.
I too have never got reggae. I mean it's so fucking dull and samey. kerchink Kerchink kerchink. I can appreciate that Bob Marley sounded fresh to european ears at the time, but it's been years and the entire genre has failed to come up with anything to improve upon Althea & Donna's Uptown Top Ranking. Whatever. Learn some more rhythms.
While we are at it, Dancehall. Sorry but that is a horrible drumbeat and you cannot dance to it.
Or Dizzee Rascal. Not his music. I can take or leave it. Some ain't bad. And I care not a jot about whether he's "street" or a fluffy bunny rabbit. But his fucking accent. He's from fucking BOW. Nobody talks like that in Bow. I bet dear old Mrs Rascal doesn't talk like that. Talk like a fucking cockney you try-hard loon. "Like, by the way is pronounced "Lyke", not "Laaaaahhhhhhrrraghk"
Onions. On and in everything. Onions ruin everything they touch. Especially cheese. And meat pies. If you must put them in your pie the put that fact in big letters on the front so I don't waste my time or money. kthxbye.
Golf. My opinion is slightly coloured by the fact that I am working myself to the bone at the moment trying to make sure that everyone who follows the Open Championship online has the best website I can provide, but It beats me why it's so popular. Or how on earth anyone manages to be good at it. I tried golf once. It seems like if you want a small ball to travel a long way to a very small area, a golf club is a device singularly unsuited to making that happen. I did get a corporate jolly to Wentworth once and it's very pretty but I couldn't help thinking that if they dumped the golf it would make a superb quad bike track.