One of the most sickening things that Barlow, Kern, Rapaport, Murray et al do is that borderline personality veer between gleeful military cheerleading and pathetic ‘is little old me not safe??? 🥺’ coyness whenever it suits them
I’m up in this, visiting some Cotswolds boozers. One of which was very good, another quite annoying but fine, and the last one quite simply the worst pub in the world (that isn’t Pub on the Park)
Crossed paths with The Stereophonics crowd in Finsbury Park last night. Someone did ‘Take Me Out’ by Franz Ferdinand on the karaoke and the whole pub started doing the stomping guitar dance.
You won’t see that after Fontaines and Kneecap tonight!