probably you might say that
it was possibly racist perhaps
you may infer homophobia in any
major party there are rotten
apples threatening
to spoil the upset cart but look
no-one holds a clean slate
and the donations were received
in good faith by the treasurer potentially
you could dig up dirt but the fact
remains that possibly probably
you could infer or say that maybe
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Friday, 21 September 2012
I WAS A GARETH GATES FAN
for JD
I was just like my grandmother,
phoning for both in case either
would lose. She'd told me she'd rung up
eight times, and each time a flip-flop
decision as who was her Pop
Idol. I plumped for the young pup
who stammered and looked like cute sex,
and voted the once more. My ex
was indifferent and said both my
Nanna and I were insane. Say
what you will about phone votes,
my nan is officially nuts.
She'd gone for Will Young and for Steve
Brookstein on X-Factor. Believe
me, she's crazy but loves choirs
of stutterers as much as queers.
I was just like my grandmother,
phoning for both in case either
would lose. She'd told me she'd rung up
eight times, and each time a flip-flop
decision as who was her Pop
Idol. I plumped for the young pup
who stammered and looked like cute sex,
and voted the once more. My ex
was indifferent and said both my
Nanna and I were insane. Say
what you will about phone votes,
my nan is officially nuts.
She'd gone for Will Young and for Steve
Brookstein on X-Factor. Believe
me, she's crazy but loves choirs
of stutterers as much as queers.
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Will Young,
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