There are many things I don’t read yet have no compunction to wonder aloud why they exist, or pop on over simply to complain about having to scroll by them on my Internet.

You know you’re old when you wonder why nobody mentions who sang featured as vocalist on the damn song track.

Back in my day we could get this for a dollar via Bazooka Joe gum:

“I have a boyfriend who comes to my friends’ birthday parties. Does your boyfriend go to your friends’ birthday parties like my boyfriend does?” not included.

Psycho killer, bon appétit!

Forget the song of the peace.

My trans friend killed herself so we already have a winner for the “Who Suffered More?” competition abounding within the TG community over Caitlyn. Sadly, my friend’s not around to pick up her award but I do know she was happy for any trans person who was able to be themselves instead of feeling the need to take their…

Full of woo.

Dear Mr. Jagger,

I daresay there’s a splash of happiness and a smidgin of contentment involved, too.

Channel Four here have a promo running in which their big names are interviewed by dogs. Krishnan Guru-Murthy gets up and storms out, referencing when Jr. did the same to him. Great pisstake.

Needs more Charlie.

Ah, thank you, I haven’t seen any of the new XF yet. I tend to wait until the live shows start to let them sort the chaff from the dregs.

He’ll be back.

Actually, Gretna Green, Elopement Central for the UK, is just down the road from Dumfries.

That’s a coincindence because I give his career the same amount of time.

His Northwinds album is very good and not like cockrock Whitesnake. Shame he’s a dick but it seems that went with the Deep Purple territory.

She doesn’t need to sign a pre-nup because she has bought the rights to marriage itself and has also patented the term, “Calvin Harris” in perpetuity.

Bono: bully.

Walking and running had a fight to see which is healthier.