Actually, this morning, there is just this one thing I have to get off my chest. No biggie, but I hope you agree with me ...

Pet Hate: Darius Danesh. I caught the opening bars to "Colourblind" in the car this morning, and it just reminded me how utterly wrong this guy is. Here is the living embodiment of why second chances don't work out. After the whole "Baby One More Time" debacle (which I'm sure has won awards for the most cringe-worthy television ever) he should have put out of his misery. Taken into the courtyard, and executed there and then, as an example to others. There ya go Darius, feel the love now bitch. But no, he was allowed to return, and makes it to the last 3 in Pop Idol, where somehow his previous life as a goatee-bearded music torturer counted in his favour. And then, once it was over, and the record deals began rolling in, he stands there and says "no no, I will not do a cover version, I will write my own song" and promptly pens the single worst excuse for a song I have ever had the misfortune to hear. And people applaud him for not towing the record company line! Christ alive, I'd rather hear a rehashed, puked-all-over cover version of White Christmas than the abomination he eventually released. And all these people saying it was such a risk for him to release his own song. What the fuck? He'd spent 2 months on the conscience-invading plain of Pop Idol - he could have released an acapella cover of the muppet show, sung in Danish, and it would have got to number one. And actually I'd really rather he had. At least that would have had novelty value. So, Darius, your Ivor Novello award maybe some way off, but your "Adam's C*nt of the Week" award is in the post. Sheesh.

- posted by Adam @ 9:11 am