The evergreen pushy momma’s boy Usher is a perennial irritant: coming back year after year with his absurd lyrics and insanely catchy base-lines.
Usher’s music is generally above average; the guy can sing; and he also, in his mother, has a built in maternal publicity/management machine. And this is where my questions begin to appear.
Let’s take “love in the club”, the Ush dog’s latest musical offering. I’m worried about any mother who – as manager of her beloved son – would seemingly condone such questionable activities as engaging in promiscuity in a nightclub toilet. On the floor.
That’s not cool, mom.
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Will & Grace has two qualities that none of us look for in a comedy: it’s turgid and unfunny.
So-called Sudanese refugee gangs in Australia were consistently misreported as roaming and pillaging when closer inspection on an evening watchdog showed that, in fact, the videos shown on the news actually displayed white robbers watched by Sudanese shoppers.
Jeremy Kyle, and his TV show of the same name, have been out of these pages for far too long.
An obvious entry, but really, nobody likes them, do they?