There are a few people, and when I say people, mean famous people, I really dislike for no particular reason. John Barrowman heads the list. He is just everywhere, and has no discernible charm, humour or talent. He is a grown-up, male version of those screeching pretentious little American girls who sing 'On the Good Ship Lollipop' at talent shows. Let's face it, he has almost certainly done this at some point in his life. Get off my telly.
I digress. Pete Doherty and Amy Winehouse are right down there. I briefly forgave Doherty for the ridiculous status he has gained without actually doing anything of note. I say babyshambles perform at Benicassim a couple of years ago and they were fine. Fine, not slit-your-wrists amazing. Even when I discovered he was an ardent footy fan, and of a proper team like QPR, he only rose slightly in my estimations. I just don't get it.
Winehouse, I get. I'm not the biggest fan of her music but it's preferable to a hell of a lot of stuff. I don't need to know that she has gone out without her shoes on to buy fags though. Everyday. I don't care if it's a free newspaper, this is not what I pay for.
Having said that, the fact that literally everything she does is in the media managed to make her an example to my own girlfriend this week. She procured a full Euro 2008 sticker album for her scrote of a husband when (could be a while Blakey) he gets out of jail.
Much like everything from your youth, stickers seem to be making a comeback with that retro feel. Coca Cola are pushing them as a means of extending their football-based marketing, and hats off to them.
A couple of mates and I are discussing the potential to collect 2008-2009 stickers but the absence of a full English and Scottish league roster means those who support Premier League teams and those who support lower teams can't be catered for together, reducing potential for swapsies. It's not like 1987
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