I have a big stick. I hang around music venues in London. If I see anyone with a Blur, oasis, Pulp, Travis, Radiohead, Shed 7, Cast or Starsailor t-shirts, I hit them with my stick, to tutor them in the ways of rightousness, and don’t stop until they see the error of their ways. And any fucker who happens to be singing (in a cheeky chappy cockney voice) any of the words to "Park Life" ("you wanna cut down on yer pork life mate, get some exercise) shall rue the day….
And don’t even get me started on those "dancing in the moonlight" fuckers….
I feel better now….