The Next Big Thing

I dunno about you but there's nothing guaranteed to make me seeth like standing, waiting to cross the road and being ruffled by an in-car stereo booming out some "urban" pish. Then you look up and it's worse. It's a chinless, fuckwit "boy racer" all dressed like he's seen some black people once and put together a wardrobe of that ugly tracksuit variety and don't forget the skip bunnet. Someday the rain will come down and wash this scum off our sidewalks and roads but how long exactly do we have to bloody wait? And what would Larry David do in such a scenario? Anyways it's better now and I'm back indoors and consoling myself with a recording of The Stooges from the recent Download gig in Glasgow. Great stuff and exactly what car stereos were made to blast. "If it's not scotch tape, it's crap", reckons Jimmy O having a "Little Scottish Shop" moment. Exactamundo!