This is Phil Collins, all-round Mr Nice Guy and purveyor of third-rate tunes to an easily-pleased public, pictured talking “Nonce Sense” on the infamous Brass Eye Special, which made him look a twunt. He is also the man responsible for The Worst Concert I Ever Went To. Genesis. Supported by Paul Young. At Wembley Stadium. A day from hell that still has me waking up in a cold sweat at three o’clock in the morning. The reasons for this crapness are many.
* My mates all pulled out at the last minute, leaving me as Billy No-mates in a crowd London’s smuggest.
* Young produced the world’s worst version of Love Will Tear Us Apart, earning himself a permanent position on Scary’s List of Death.
* Phil Collins is a twunt.
* Said twunt’s idea of crowd participation is to try to get the audience to raise the stadium six feet in the air, anexercuse which even the smuggest of London were embarrassed to take part in.
* Princess Diana was there.
* They played Easy Lover, judged the world’s most annoying yuppie anthem, and a reason for the abandonment of gun control.
* Phil Collins is a twunt.
There. It's out now. Nothing like a good cathartic rant to end the week. Cheers Phil. You twunt.
(This entry was going to employ liberal use of the word "cunt", but I chickened out. Sorry.)
“Scaryduck’s ‘Did You Know...?’ No. 972”
After performing a tearful “Candle in the Wind” at the funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales, Elton John planned to sing his 1984 hit “I’m Still Standing” by way of an encore. Unfortunately, he was forced to drop the idea when all the religious stuff made the service over-run.
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