Weekend at Jimmy's

I never fail to have a good time when I visit my brother, mainly to do with the fact that I enjoy my brothers company a great deal, but also because Aberdeen has a wonderful concentration of different pubs and clubs all relatively close together in the city center. It makes pub crawls varied but easy at the same time. And as we staggered back to his flat at 3.30am on Friday night I was grateful that the alcohol coursing through my blood stream was protecting me from Aberdeen's trademark breeze.

Now, to change the subject completely, I always thought I would die knowing that the worst piece of music I'd ever heard in my life was when Avril Lavigne decided to start rapping on her last single. I almost felt embarrassed for her but the money she's made from being every thirteen year old emo kids wet dream will probably distract her from the bile that she lays down on record. But never being the sort of guys that care about things like originality or creativity, boyband McFly have stolen her crown. Oh dear god. I was watching ITV by mistake on Saturday night when they appeared (straight from a GAP advert, presumably) and filled my ears with the worst nonsense I ever hope to hear. They've taken the turgid Snow-Patrol anthem style of songwriting, digested it and vomited up an omelette of mediocrity. They couldn't look more awkward wearing those guitars if they were covered in honey and standing in a bear pit. No wonder kids aren't buying singles any more when this is the kind of guff they have to choose from.

Anyway, I feel alot better now that that's off my chest. My brother and I went to see Run Fatboy Run at the weekend, it was okay, and you can read my full review here. Click this.