Blair Shows No Remorse, Bin Laden Augurs More Conflict, Jedward Achieve Success, Alex Reid Wins BB, and Music Continues to Die Slow and Painful Death…

Osama bin Laden prophesies more conflict. Alex Reid wins Big Brother. Jedward hit No.2 in the singles charts. It’s the end of civilisation as we know it. Run for the hills; get down to your private bunkers, and forsake this mad, doomed world. The four horsemen are galloping into town, even as we speak…

Alexandra Burke is bad enough, but how in Hades did those Evil Irish Twins convince people to BUY their track? I’ll admit to a soft spot for the original Vanilla Ice version of ‘Ice, Ice Baby’, but this new version (which monstrously includes elements of the original original Queen song) is the most tasteless, talentless piece of bantha fodder this side of Jabba the Hutt’s faecal discharges. Clearly the dregs of the music buying population are at their all-time lowest standard of judgement; Cheryl Cole could fart into an amplifier and it’d be guaranteed the No.1 spot, at this point.

And have all these people failed to notice that the Evil Irish Twins don’t actually DO anything on the track, other than jump up and down a lot? Vanilla Ice is the only half-talented thing in the entire affair.

As for Cowell’s cynical shepherding together of ‘artists’ (translation: a collection of X-Factor contestants, plus the senile and overrated Rod Stewart) to rape and pillage a classic piece of music (specifically, REM’s ‘Everybody Hurts’)… I’ll bite my tongue on that one, on account of it being a fundraiser for the Haitian relief efforts.

So, anyway, that covers the ongoing slow and painful death of the music industry…

Popular culture in general continues to march to the rythmless beat of Katie Price’s drum. Quite why Alex Reid won Big Brother is something of a mystery (all he did, as far as I could see, was get naked a lot and sound stupid); but the great Jordan, never one to miss a trick or a profit, promptly married him (in a quick and ‘quiet’ ceremony – which, needless to say, also included photographers from a celebrity magazine). That bandwagon got to her so phenomenally quickly, it must have been drawn by the same lions that drew Mark Antony’s chariot.

Seriously, Katie Price and Simon Cowell should surely join forces; they’d be unstoppable. They could own and run the entire mainstream media within a year, tops.

As for the Iraq inquiry and Tony Blair’s recent grilling; why is everyone so shocked or disappointed that he didn’t ‘apologise’ for the invasion of Iraq? Why would he apologise for something he felt was the right decision? And, regardless of whether he was right or wrong, why would you WANT someone to apologise for doing what they BELIEVED to be right?

Another very popular world figure is has just recently released his latest video message to the West. Bin Laden has indicated that there’ll be no peace until there is first peace in Palestine. There’ll be no peace, then…

Well, not unless someone goes back through time to the First World War and prevents the British government from stealing someone’s country and giving it to someone else – and all on the basis of a few Biblical passages. Though, of course, we wouldn’t want to get mixed up in temporal complications and predestination paradoxes. Anyone who watches Star Trek knows full well that it’s unwise to mess with the past.

Of course, given considerable evidence that Osama bin Laden has actually been dead for about seven years, one has to wonder who that fellow is who keeps recording these messages.

If Bin Laden truly is long deceased, then the real threat to our civilisation remains Simon Cowell and Katie Price…

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The Dark Night

There were still tickets on the website the day before the gig luckily, so I didn’t end up being ripped off by a tout after all. Gallows were playing a charity gig in their home town of Watford and I intended to be there.

I’ve never been to Watford before, and now I know why, it’s fucking miles away. In total, it took me two hours to get there, and that was using our world famous underground tube railway subway line thingy, I could have flown to Spain. When I got there it was snowing, I asked a staff member where I was, in case I had accidentally gone to Glasgow, and then checked what time the last horse and carriage back to civilisation was.

Upon arrival, I collected my ticket and got frisked by a doorman, who didn’t ask me to empty any pockets, thus completely defeating the object of being checked. Good job too, as I was packing heat.

I then put my coat in the cloak room, got a beer and stood at the entrance to meet my mate. The crowd contained a few old rockers, but mainly consisted of people ten years younger than me in a uniform of checked shirts and skinny jeans. It was a bit like a gay lumberjacks convention, I looked down at my own checked shirt and skinny jeans and hated myself for being such a conformist, then made a mental note to cause serious bodily harm to as many of them as possible later on. Obviously there was at least one person wearing a gallows tee-shirt, “Gosh! You like gallows? What a coincidence, so do I, that’s why I paid £14 to get in you fucking dick-shit.”

Nobody really gave shit about the support group, and I couldn’t tell you their name. When gallows came on there was a sudden and unexpected surge to the stage. My full pint of beer immediately got punched out of my hand, and the bar had just closed, so I pushed my way to the front to harm some children, but they were being quite reserved and watching from the back. About half way through I realised that my phone was missing, I checked the floor, but if I got my hands too low I’d end up like the action man I had as a kid, I chewed its hands up so much it was too arthritic to hold its Kalashnikov.

After the gig was over, my friend came to me and handed me my phone he had found, although he had lost his own. He also gave me a spare battery cover that he thought was mine. It didn’t really make a great deal of difference as one was broken, and the other was bent, at least I had the phone.

I’d missed the tube, so I got myself to the train station and waited, and waited, and waited, and then… nothing. I was chatting to another guy who just came from the gig, he told me to look him up on face book under the name Velcro Bear, this made me think of him entirely covered in a thick coat of pubes, I won’t be adding him to my friends. We waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually a train did arrive to take us to Euston, where I then had the pleasure of waiting for a night bus home. Eventually I got in at some time around 3am. Great gig, hellish journey.

This morning I awoke laying on my back, I can never sleep on my back so I knew I was in some sort of trouble. My teeth all seemed to be there, and I wasn’t wearing a cast anywhere, so I attempted to get up, but it took a while as everything hurt. I tried to say “oouch” but made a noise like a frog being stepped on. There was a bruise exactly the same size and colour as a mouldy lemon on my left bicep. The only way I knew I had not had a mouldy lemon tattooed on my arm was because there was two more on my back. I feel slightly better now, but can’t turn my neck properly and find it hard to get up from the sofa. This must be what elderly people feel like every day.

Important lessons learned:

1. Don’t go to Watford.
2. Don’t take anything valuable to a punk gig.
3. Stop dressing like a child.
4. Never associate with anyone who calls themselves Velcro Bear.
5. NEVER EVER GO TO WATFORD.
HJ

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How RATM Stole Christmas. Plus Dracula Rocks, and American Movie Star Converts Katie Price’s Gigolo Cagefighter to the Lord Jesus (Amen)…

The snow’s come and gone, and what a lovely gift it was… apart from all the slipping, breaking of collar bones, snail’s-pace traffic jams, and general freezing to death. But wasn’t it pretty? The answer is… no, not really. The only time snow is pretty is on Christmas Eve; unfortunately, we had the snow (and, worse, the ice) every day APART from Christmas Eve. The weather fairies, it seems, are growing increasingly incompetent. And now we’re told more of the Arctic shafting is on its way.

But Christmas 2009 was made gleeful all the same by Rage Against the Machine making Christmas No.1 – possibly the single most unlikely event since Greece robbed Luis Figo of the 2004 European Championships. It was a glorious victory for music, made all the more worthwhile just to hear the middle-aged viewers calling into GMTV and expressing their outrage at ‘poor Joe what’s-his-face’ being unfairly robbed of his No.1 spot, and having the dreary GMTV presenters look into the screen in all seriousness and ask ‘is it right?’ for this to have happened? Well, it did happen. In your face, children.

Speaking of hard rock, mystifying news has broken that Sir Christopher Lee is releasing a heavy metal album – which qualifies as the most unlikely event since Rage Against the Machine made Christmas No.1. Seriously, the prospect of hearing Dracula/Count Dooku taking lead vocals on a collection of metal numbers is a little bit fascinating, and might even eclipse some of those confusingly compelling spoken-word epics by the likes of William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy.

The present Celebrity Big Brother, we’re told, is the final one. I’m not sure I understand why, when viewing figures are so high and there’s no shortage of third-rate celebrities apparently willing to be subjected to its manipulations. Channel 4 dropping it would make about as much sense as the BBC dropping Johnothan Ross. Oh, wait…

I’m not a supporter of reality TV in general, but Big Brother has always been the exception to me, tending to provide some genuinely interesting television. Granted, it might work out to only about ten minutes of good television for every five hours of footage; but that’s still better than anything ITV has churned out. Generally, the first week (especially the always overblown hullaballoo of the launch nights) tends to be mind-numbingly dull; but then, typically, by the second week the dynamics have become far more interesting.

We’ve had Stephanie Beecham proving that a woman in her sixties can be significantly more sexy than girls more than half her age.  We’ve had the infinitely interesting Heidi Fleiss. We’ve had Stephen Baldwin proving to be the first ever entertaining AND inoffensive Bible-basher. And we’ve got the massively overrated Vinnie Jones revealing himself to be a grim, whiney old man. Why does everyone keep pretending that Vinnie Jones is some kind of great cultural figure? He was NEVER that good a footballer, and he’s even less adept at acting (pretty much playing yourself in a few films does NOT make you Peter O’Toole).

Still, the point is this; what other show could create a televisual moment as bizzare as having one of the Baldwin brothers hold hands with Alex Andre (that’s his name, right?) and having him summon the Lord Jesus into his life? Katie Price must’ve been choking on her piles of money – the LAST person she wants showing up in her life is the Son of God.

If anything, the normal Big Brother (the one that goes on for six months at a time and is populated by desperate and slightly retarded attention-seekers from really bad night-clubs) is the one that should be axed, while the celebrity version (which, let us remember, has managed over the years to entice the likes of George Galloway, Dennis Roddman, Pete Burns, TWO Jacksons, and now an evangelising Baldwin) could continue for one month a year.

And since we’re on the subject of celebrities, how on earth did a talentless mop of blonde hair like Jessica Simpson wind up coupled with one of the greatest geniuses in rock history; aka, Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins? They’d be about as well matched as Osama bin Laden and Miss Piggy.

PS; if anyone’s thinking of stealing that idea of Bin Laden and Ms Piggy as the basis for a sitcom, back off – I’m getting it copyrighted, ASAP…

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KILLING IN THE NAME OF…

Viva Facebook and God bless Rage Against the Machine!

RATM are the greatest rap/rock combo in the world and one of the greatest bands, full-stop, of the past twenty years. Joe Bloggs is a karaoke singer from a TV talent show. If RATM make Christmas No.1 with ‘Killing in the Name Of’ (one of the most unchristmasy songs of all time), it will represent a glorious coup for the dying world of real music and a timely black-eye for Emperor Cowell and his empire of brainwashing tedium. It will also be the second most faith-affirming demonstration of the power of the Internet since Obama’s presidential victory.

And yet, even now, we have Cowell and Cheryl Cole coming out and objecting to the Facebook campaign, like disgruntled royalty complaining about the peasants. The pot’s got nothing over the kettle when Simon Cowell has the nerve to come out and compare the RATM Vs Joe Karaoke contest to ‘David and Goliath’ – and actually suggesting that ‘The X-Factor’ is DAVID in the analogy!

Right – so the billionaire mass media mogul and corporate dictator is complaining that his TV-manufactured product is being treated ‘unfairly’ because thousands of people are supporting a hard-working band of proper musicians who’ve worked their trade for sixteen years and built up a proper fanbase? Sounds about right. Seriously, if there was a Nobel Prize for Hypocrisy, then Simon Cowell would be a dead cert. He practically OWNS the music industry in this country; and THAT’S why he’s upset – no dictator is happy when the people mobilise and try to take back some power.

As for Cheryl Cole – a woman who makes Danni Minogue seem prodigiously talented – what business does she have publicly criticising the Facebook campaign? If  I were a talentless piece of eye-candy who’d somehow become filthy rich despite having no merits, I would be a bit more humble about it and just keep quiet, rather than whining about the competition. I’m sorry, but when mega-rich celebrities complain about the actions of real musicians and real music-lovers, I want to reach for the sick bucket.

At a time when musicians and musicianship are being crowded out of the marketplace by this vast corporation of television karaoke, there’s something very satisfying about the prospect of a band as great as Rage Against the Machine scoring a victory for the art over the mass media manipulation and hype. The days seem to be long gone of artists making meteoric impacts, shaking the industry or inciting musical and cultural revolutions (the Bob Dylans, Sex Pistols’, Public Enemy’s and Nirvana’s, etc); and if the X-Factor style of chart dictatorship continues, then such revelatory moments or recordings will be wholly consigned to history. But if ‘Killing in the Name Of’ outsells Mighty Joe Young, then the signs are good that hope is not lost. Rage Against the Machine are the very antithesis of anything the X-Factor might roll off its factory line, and so the choice of both artist and track are entirely fitting.

The dull, dead-eyed automatons churned out by the X-Factor have claimed the Christmas No.1 spot for the passed four years in a row. Let’s all do a favour for music and make Rage Against the Machine this year’s chart-toppers – and it’ll be a Christmas to remember. It’ll also make Jesus very happy. He was well into RATM. He’d also appreciate the somewhat Messianic nature of RATM’s potential sabotage of the corporate machine at this time of year, as Christ was all for revolt.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

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Susan Boyle Is The New Eminem, and Tony Blair Is Not the Anti-Christ…

Susan Boyle has the fastest selling debut album of all time in America; a record previously held by Eminem. Some might bemoan her success and cite it as another nail in the coffin of the music industry as any kind of meaningful artistic entity (and I’d usually be one of them); but this time I’m actually not all that bothered. Granted, Simon Cowell’s victory is invariably culture’s loss, but I don’t see how Susan Boyle shifting mega units is any more annoying than Alexandra Burke, Leona Lewis, Cheryl Cole, Hanna Montana, or a hundred other karaoke singers and PR gimicks.

What maybe is a little bit surprising is that America seems to have top-heavied the Boyle bandwagon; the American record-buying public are generally less gimick-oriented and less novelty-inclined than we are in Britain, after all. Evidently, it’s all about the backstory; the Cinderella motif. It sure as hell isn’t about the music. But then nothing coming out of an overhyped karaoke tournament is going to be about the music. It’s entirely hype over substance; that’s what happens when predominately television audiences suddenly invade record stores in time for Christmas.

Someone just as popular in America as Ms Boyle is our former Imperator, Tony Blair. Just a shame he’s not so popular in Europe (or Britain, apparently), as evidenced by his missing out on the Euro Presidency and being shafted by the continent; probably a blessing in disguise – a great many (lonely) conspiracy theorists cite the prospective role of European President as equating with the prophetic figure of the Anti-Christ… and who needs THAT for stigma?

A belated R.I.P to Edward Woodward. ‘The Wicker Man’ may be his most remembered film, but those of us who grew up in the eighties will remember him for the TV series ‘The Equaliser’. Actually, all I can properly remember about the equaliser is the wicked theme tune. Which segways me into another objection: why, by Zeus, has ‘Knight Rider’ been remade? The original is perfectly fine. What is it with film and television producers and this endless procession of remakes and retoolings? Is there no one left with any original ideas, or are there no production companies or commisionning execs willing anymore to put their money and sanction behind proper creative or inventive enterprises?

Practically every other (large-scale) cinematic release is a remake or an adaptation. Where are the writers? Sorry to sound like a grim curmudgeon, but frankly the film, music, and television industries are at their lowest, creatively speaking, that they’ve been in my lifetime. Granted, my lifetime hasn’t been that long; but it’s long enough that I remember far better days.

PS: ‘Terminator: Salvation’ is (soiled) pants.

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Just because…

it made me smile on this cold, grey day.Enjoy..

Ebrahim – D’angelo, Lupe Fiasco, Joni Mitchell

Ebrahim – Crystal Waters vs. Lucy Pearl

For more info on Ebrahim check our his Myspace – http://myspace.com/eebmusic – or follow him on Twitter -http://twitter.com/eebsofresh – or check out his Facebbok – http://facebook.com/eebmusic.

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New York State of Mind

I’m off to New York next year and i’ve not been feeling any sort of excitment as i’m not the biggest fan of the USA. Don’t get it twisted i don’t hate the USA but i can name a bunch of countries i’d like to go to before i venture across the pond. However, i watched the new video for Jay-Z and Alicia Key’s Empire State of Mind today and i have to admit i’m slightly excited. Enjoy it and get alittle excited for me too.

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Random post – future hit

Armand Van Helden & A-TRAK Present Duck Sauce – aNYway (Out 26th October)

If this doesn’t make you feel good then you’re pretty much a lost cause.

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NASA attacks the Moon, Pakistan attacks the Taleban, Egypt attacks the Veil, and All’s Not White with the BNP. Plus Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Michael Jackson, Katie Price, and Thiery Henry…

NASA’s explosion of a rocket on the surface of the moon to, apparently, look for signs of water, seems… slightly peculiar, at best. It reminds me a bit of the time I smashed a window with a hammer to look for… uh, a fly that I’d spotted buzzing around. Quite obviously, NASA was actually secretly displaying its firepower to the Lunar aliens who live on the dark side of the moon, sending them a warning that their conquest is inevitable.

You… know about the Lunar aliens on the dark side of the moon, right? They’re furry and pink and blue, and have really squeaky voices. A bit like Tribbles from Star Trek, but with tiny little hands and feet. They live in tunnels beneath the Lunar surface. They eat moon-cheese. And they drink moonshine. And they’re scared of Mr Blobby, apparently. The truth will come out eventually, mark my words…

Explosions of a different kind might’ve been seen and heard in certain parts of Pakistan recently. Pakistani military operations against the Taleban continue, reminding the world that the extremists are still thriving. At least the army is taking firm and sustained action; though common attitudes in the country would suggest the Pakistani military can be considered merely the lesser of two evils. Not unlike the war in Afghanistan, the anti-Taleban campaign in Pakistan doesn’t have a discernable end in sight, and may drag on a very long time to come.

But Britain has extremists of its own to worry about, in the form of the BNP, who are imminently to receive even more legitimisation via a place on the BBC’s Question Time. Personally, I still don’t see a problem with this, as it’s only fair for any legitimately-recognised political party to be given the same platform as other parties. Besides, it will provide more opportunity for Nick Griffin and co. to make complete tits of themselves. Having to legally allow non-white people to join the party is already threatening to undermine them; those same democratic principles and equality issues that have been so milked by the BNP to its advantage are now coming back to bite them on their collective fat arse.

Personally, I would recommend that as many black, Asian, Jewish, and other minority citizens as possible rush to join the BNP, just to screw around with the party from within. Think of the comedy potential…

A mixed week for our world leaders; while Barak Obama is being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, Italy’s Silvio Berlusconi is losing his precious legal immunity, potentially clearing the way for him to be brought to task on a multitude of corruption charges. Always nice to see the possibility of Emperor-like, egotistical, mass media mogul cum national leader type figures getting within flinching range of some comeuppance. Probably doesn’t happen often enough.

Egypt has become the first Islamic nation in which serious talk has ensued about the proposed banning of the niqab; the fully-body covering and face-veil. A prominent Egyptian cleric, Sheik Mohammed Tantawi, has condemned the contentious garb favoured by many Muslim women, denouncing it as having nothing to do with true Islam. Sheik Tantawi, who is dean of the prestigious and renowned al-Azhar University in Cairo, is, it has to be said, factually accurate that the niqab has no real basis in the Koran or the original traditions of Islam, no matter how many people might want to object to his statements. The niqab is, in fact, a cultural tradition, thought to have originated in Saudi Arabia.

It is refreshing to hear a highly-regarded Muslim scholar speak against it publicly and so vehemently. In a best-case scenario it might stimulate lively debate in the Islamic world; the kind of open, good-spirited debate that has been sorely lacking in Islamic scholarship for the longest time.

That said, I think we should all be uncomfortable with the growing trend of opposing the wearing of the veil, which has been the subject of much controversy in France and is now, according to reports, on the verge of being banned in Italy. People should surely be allowed to wear what they choose, especially if it is perceived to be a cultural heritage or tradition; that is surely a basic freedom of anyone living in a liberal, free society? It should surely be a matter of personal choice – and in most cases, certainly in the West anyway, it IS a personal choice by women? There is a misconception that women wearing the full covering are being oppressed, but this broadly isn’t the case.

There’s been something of a much-welcome revival lately of classic early nineties rock. Last year it was the return of Guns N’ Roses; these passed months, we’ve seen the return of Pearl Jam, selling out the 02 and releasing their new album, Backspacer. And now fellow Seattle grunge innovators and masters, Alice in Chains, have returned from the mists of legend with their long-awaited new album, Black Gives Way To Blue, and a new singer, William DuVall.

I’ve been proper chuffed to see Pearl Jam back in action, and I will confess to some pleasure at the idea of a new wave of substance-starved fans discovering Alice in Chains, but I do have to take issue: why are they still calling themselves Alice in Chains?

The tragic, untimely, death of AIC frontman Layne Staley in 2002, aged 32, was a heartbreaking loss to both the band and to rock music in general. The world lost one of its greatest artists and rock lost one of its finest, most unique, singers, under tragic circumstances -  a man whose voice could innebriate minds, raise ghosts, and cause the occupants of heaven to descend. Therefore, for the band to continue with a replacement singer and use the same name, I find grating and innappropriate.

I have nothing at all against William DuVall and nothing against the group continuing – but continue under a different name. Make it a whole new beginning. Maybe there are commercial reasons behind it, maybe even from a PR level, but, to my mind, out of respect if nothing else, the band should’ve renamed itself. If Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl decided to reform their old band without Kurt Cobain, I’m almost certain they wouldn’t call it Nirvana again, and I don’t see why the Alice in Chains situation should be any different.

That said, all indications are that the new album is excellent. Layne Staley was the kind of vocalist who simply couldn’t be replaced in a million years, his style more or less impossible to replicate. DuVall, in his own right, makes an excellent rock frontman. AiC’s return, and the on-form continuation of Pearl Jam, is a timely reminder of a golden era of Alt-Rock, the likes of which has not since been equalled and may never be, given the way the music industry is changing, while music-makers of such substance and calibre have become as rare as a solar eclipse.

Speaking of music, Michael Jackson’s new single is out, and an album soon follows (aNOTHER greatest hits compilation) to coincide with the cinematic release of ‘This Is It’. It continues, however, to feel entirely like a series of cash-in’s so that someone can make some serious dollars…

Someone else making some serious dollars is Jordan. And, as if Katie Price hadn’t hogged enough newspaper coverage already, there’s now talk about her threatening to ‘do a Britney’ and shave her head. Frankly, a scripted, by-the-numbers celebrity meltdown would be the logical next step for Jordan, who has thus far ticked every other box on the list. If I see one more glossy-mag advert on TV with Ms Price telling us to read her exclusive story, in all its juicy details, I am going to shoot my own TV. If only I had a gun…

I don’t have a gun; but one ex-gunner has been wandering his old haunts again lately. Thierry Henry, a recent attendee at Arsenal games at the Emirates, has not ruled out a possible return to Arsenal one day, apparently. The idea seems to be a return to North London some day to see out the twilight days of his career. Being a god at Arsenal, this would surely be a happy circumstance for most Gunners, and for Mr Wenger too; but why did Henry go to Barcelona in the first place? He was a deity at Arsenal, and the gravitational centre of the squad – why leave that to play third fiddle to younger stars like Etoo and Messi in Spain? At Barcelona, Henry has been just another star on a conveyor belt of big-name players; at Arsenal, he was the club’s hero.

In any case, a return to London would certainly be an appropriate way to wrap up an illustrious career some day. If only a certain David Beckham had some club where he too could be welcomed back a hero; as opposed to some club demanding his return, on account of the stupendous amount of money spent on him…

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It’s that time of year

x-factor

Yes my friends, it’s X-Factor time!!!!!!

There’s no shame in my game…….I LOVE X-FACTOR! I love the auditions , the live shows, the judges…basically everything.

I know it’s fake to a degree, they already kinda know who they want to win but i still want to watch. It’s abit like grown men into wrestling…..it’s all fake baby!

The first show was broadcasted on Saturday and you can watch a repeat of the show on the ITV website.

If you haven’t got the time to watch it……i’ll just tell you the highlight of the whole show and i know this is going to a  big statement here….i think this guy could win the whole thing..


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