A bunch of retards

This should set the scene for my blog page!

Was roped into seeing some "Aussie Hip Hop" last night, at The Zoo in Brisbane's Fortitude Valley. I had fuck all to do anyway and my mate Eden was paying the entry fee. (Fuck! you mean people actually pay to see this shit)!

Awkward arm and hand manouvers, jeans... crotches hanging just above the knees, caps worn at stupid angles and heights and was I the only person in posession of a pair of shoelaces? What's with these fucken slip on shoes? Could it be that they lack the mental capacity to tie shoelaces?

Taking the piss a few years back
Kamakura, Japan.

In actual fact, it was fascinating! It was like observing a group of retarded children performing for another group of retarded children..... only the performers and audience were not as talented and smart as retarded children.

I'd better stop this comparison.... it's not fair to compare disabled people to a bunch of losers with baggy clothing, fucked up haircuts and caps worn at an exaggerated height.

One of the "acts" actually used real instruments! shock horror! A guitar, (albeit, for one song only), a bass and a drum kit! Though the turd on the "turntables" proved his lack of knowledge when it comes to the English language. His cap had a capital "K" upon it.

Cunt is actually spelt with a "C".

They called themselves the "Winnie Coopers". Their name, appears to be a reference to Winfield cigarettes and Coopers beer.

If I were Coopers, I'd sue these little fags for defaming the company name.

One member attempted to give me a free CD. I told him "Sorry, it would not fit in with my CD collection".

The question that needs asking :- Why give away your Cd's? Does your music not sell itself?

All in all, it was the biggest gathering of wankers I have ever experienced.

I couldn't help but think back a few weeks to the "Black label society" concert at Brisbane's Arena in Fortitude Valley. Would be mad to get the audience from this concert, clad in black shirts, tattoos and facial hair, in the same room as the little cunts from the hip hop gig.

I suppose, the more you tolerate, the more "neutral" you become. On that note, I'd like to grow my hair long again and start wearing black shirts more often.

Taken today.