2014: that was the year that wasn't (part two)

As promised, here's part two of my look back at people who really got my goat in 2014. 

You'll note that this list, when added to the ones in yesterday's post, only adds up to nine. Well, I never said it was a top 10, did I?

Anyway, you're wasting precious reading time, so dig in...

U2

“The musical equivalent of someone pissing through your letterbox” was my view in an earlier blog on Bono and co’s ‘generous’ decision to violate every iTunes user’s account with their latest offering.

That’s 500 MILLION PEOPLE waking up one morning to find a steaming great turd in their online music library.

Had it been anyone else (and I really mean ANYONE else) then we might have been quietly pleased with this unexpected freebie – and if not, we would have rolled our eyes, shrugged and deleted it. No harm done, eh?

Somehow, the moment Lord Bono and his band of creatively bankrupt cronies get involved, it all becomes some sort of sick stunt whereby we’re all supposed to feel grateful that they’ve deemed us worthy to receive their precious music for nothing.

Turns out it was so unpopular that Apple had to hastily release a tool allowing any sane person to delete this musical atrocity without further ado.

What’s even more puzzling, however, is that the album in question, Songs of Innocence, was then released properly and people actually went out and bought it – y’know, handed over money and everything.

This planet, eh?

Ed Sheeran

Aside from the fact he looks like he should be excitedly spending his birthday money in Games Workshop (Maccy D’s on the way home if he behaves), Sheeran is responsible for music so offensively bland that you begin to question whether or not those ears you were blessed with are actually a punishment for something you did in a past life.

Now this clump of ginger pubic hair stuck to a guitar has apparently reinvented himself as some sort of sixth-form Justin Timberlake, trying to be all sexy and stuff, despite having all the appeal of a discarded kebab slowly congealing on a wall.

He’s bloody everywhere too. The Top 40 seems to be riddled with his outpourings and he’s even released a calendar, complete with a front cover photo showing Sheeran looking like his mother’s just walked in on him without knocking.

And it’s all your fault: you keep buying his music so he keeps on making more. 

TOWIE/Made In Chelsea/Geordie Shore (and anything else of that ilk)

I tried watching TOWIE once and ended up changing the channel out of boredom and frustration. 

Boredom at the flat, monotone delivery of the show’s dead-eyed ‘stars’ and frustration that anyone thought this was a good idea in the first place.

For those unfamiliar with these so-called ‘reality drama’ or ‘scripted reality’ programmes (and I envy you, frankly), they basically follow this formula: group of spoilt, egotistical wankers attend parties, have tempestuous relationships with each other and then sit around discussing their empty lives in deadpan voices that are devoid of any emotion, any SOUL, whatsoever. Seriously, they have all the dramatic delivery of a six-year-old in a nativity play (and most likely the reading age, too).

This is then packaged as being ‘real life’ on the basis that the producers have ‘engineered’ a few scenarios to make things a little more ‘interesting’. Sometimes, cast members are written out of this so-called ‘reality’ show, which presumably means the producers have somehow banned them from ever seeing their friends again.

For me, these programmes are the epitome of a society which celebrates stupidity. Take Joey Essex, for example. He probably forgets to pull his trousers down before sitting on the toilet and yet he’s been given his own TV show and has even released his own compilation album, presumably because the suits in the board room know there are enough dullards out there who will buy it purely for his varnished face starring vacantly from the cover like a sad monkey.

The idiots are winning.

Nigel Farage

Okay, he’s an easy target, but he’s also a worthy target. I’ve got nothing against a politician trying to market himself as a ‘man of the people’, pint in hand, smouldering nub end nestled between his slimy fingers.

What I do have a problem with, however, is when that politician is leader of a party whose members seem to be in competition to see who can come out with the most bigoted, ill-informed (and most likely racist or homophobic) statement possible and he just shrugs it off as banter.

Most recently, the Muppet-mouthed fuckwit went on LBC Radio to defend disgraced former UKIP member Kerry Smith’s use of the word ‘chinky’ on the grounds that many people use this word when deciding to order a Chinese takeaway. What next? Defending the P-word because we’ve all lived near a convenience store run by people of Asian origin?

This is the man who fancies himself as the saviour of the United Kingdom. Saving us from what exactly? Tolerance? Culture-enriching diversity? Basic human rights?

It speaks volumes that UKIP members are now being against having a Twitter account, just in case they decide to get all Prince Philip on anyone who appears to be a bit ‘different’. Farage himself recently appeared to suggest that immigrants were to blame for congestion on the M4 which delayed his arrival at a ‘meet the leader’ event. I can only assume that he used the time sitting in traffic to go from car to car, conducting a survey of everyone’s country of origin, before making such a well thought-out comment.

Barely a day goes by where a UKIP member doesn’t say something which belongs in a children’s book from the 1940s and Farage will continue to sit there grinning like a moron because he knows there’s a good chance people will actually vote for his party of former Tories as a protest against people who are still Tories.

I’ll leave you with the words of comedian Stewart Lee: “A lot of people are saying they’re going to vote UKIP as a protest vote, which I sort of understand, but when we were young, as a protest vote you’d vote for someone nice who might not get in, like the Greens, or some funny, silly, amusing party like the Monster Raving Loony Party, or the Liberal Democrats. But people have been voting for UKIP as a protest vote, and they’re nasty and they might get in. I mean, what kind of protest is that? That’s like shitting your hotel bed as a protest against bad service, then realising you’ve now got to sleep in a shitted bed.”