I'm nearly a Beleiber, nearly.

So, young Justin is a wanted desperado and the world seems to like this.

Why?

Why does a young lad, who can sing and act, who chooses to go down a commercial route and make a lot of cash deserve such hatred?

Well, TJ, it's because he's a sell out. He's a music-whore, his music has no worth and it's bland. I like my music a-la-Hicksian, played from the heart.

Yeah yeah, blah blah, heard it all before.

Listen, yeah, you too. there's only two kinds of music; good and bad. Outside of that you can listen to what you want to. If your problem is that prepubescent girls don't know the difference then your problem isn't with the producers, it's with human nature. If you're really that against exploitation then there are several places to start with the eradication programme before Justin Beiber and Simon Cowell and the rest even come into sight. Genital mutilation, sexism, racism, people who prey on the old and disenfranchised, our own Government removing benefits 'cause their fat cat mates fucked up the economy, Ukrainian hooligans, drug dealers who prey on kids, there is a substantial list.

JB was visiting a store with his girlfriend when a photographer approached them and wanted to take pics. a scuffle ansued and the photographer has made a complaint. The feds are after JB.

Until the details are firnlu established we don't know if the snapper is a fuckwad with an entitlement complex or a genuine victim. But JB seems to be already guilty of, well, being a pop star and so subject to ridicule.'t understand is the amount of vitriol poured over him for being, well, young, rich and successful? Is he any more reprehensible than a banker or arms dealer? so what if his music is bland and poppy, 13 year old girls of a healthy disposition won't usually choose depresso music to listen to. they want fast, simple, disposable pop that they can embarrass their kids with in 30 years time. Rib the guy, sure. everyone deserves a little criticism but let's not hate someone because they're younger, richer and have more women than us?

Oh, wait.............

Depression, it's so depressing.

It's awful that a depression related death is needed to start people thinking about depression. Gary Speed's death will no doubt bring depression to the fore, at least until something else bad happens. I'msure there will be many blogs

Sale, all items MUST be sold.

Odd things cross ones mind in the shower. It all started with the usual bumping elbows, lost soap and nowhere to rest ones leg while soaping the rift valley regions. In the process of designing the perfect shower stall my mind wandered to the problem of selling such a concept and thence onto the very nature of desire and, just around the next corner, philosophy and the concept of human traits, and their primary bearers, as items for sale in a shop.

Bear with me, please, it does go somewhere.

If one were to be, Apprentice-style, saddled with the task of selling humanity as a viable concept, where would you place the things that make the human race? walking through the door we'd see Plato and Socrates, exasperated with Camus, patiently extolling the virtues of us. Albert would be juggling infinity while getting younger the faster he juggled. Demosthenes would be taking a poll of reactions and Pasteur would be mopping up the detritus left behind by browsing customers.

I'm sure you've got the picture now.

Venturing further into this emporium of ethos we'd see Mussolini and Hitler being interviewed by shop security; Eisenhower and Churchill in ill fitting polyester, their bellies hanging over waists-a-jungle with the keys to freedom and democracy. The 'Made in N Korea section, sadly cordoned off awaiting an import licence, shoddy goods on display bearing familiar logos.

Arriving at the rear of the store, perhaps a plethora of Gazzas shoplifting some lager and  fishing rods while a clutch of Jordans holds their coats. A billion track suits glinting in the harsh lighting while a gaggle of folks, who really thought they should be at the front and can't understand why this isn't so, fight for some attention by cuddling a Murdoch or a Maxwell, while various well dressed, and less so, vie for the attention of the over-dressed merchandisers arranging the display.

We turn to leave this bizarre display and walk, rather quickly, to the door. only briefly looking up at the sign on the way out. Thank You for shopping at the PoundStore, please come back soon.

Space exploration looks more inviting with every passing day!