Monday, 13 October 2008
The ego of Ringo
Tired, worn out and exhausted. No, not the latest Coronation street plots. This was how I felt at work today. I suspect the weekend is catching up with me. No amount of tea was enough to waken me up. Reaching the end of the ad workflow I started reading the top news stories of the day. Alongside the news of the struggling Royal Bank, Lloyds TSB and HBOS I happened to find an article on a former Beatle. Ringo is no longer signing any autographs. Ringo Starr, announced on BBC news and on his website that if any fan mail arrives at his various homes dated after the 20th October it will all be binned. He claims he is too far busy to deal with fanmail and that it was a serious message to everyone watching on his fansite. He has even made sure he has made the news with this devastating announcement. What the hell are we all going to do?! Where will we all be without Ringo signing any autograph requests? Precisely where we all are right now, I'm guessing, and not giving a rat's arse. Why he still receives these 'massive piles' of fanmail I'll never know. A classic tale of blind luck and knowing the right people is what got him where he is now, which is thankfully usually in the South of France. He can't sing and he certainly cannot play drums. Ringo recently, more or less, insulted and disowned Liverpool, his own home town, in a dreadful interview with Jonathan Ross in which he came across as a complete knob. His hedge statue at the Liverpool's South Parkway Station was beheaded for his comments. You'd think he'd appreciate any mail he'd get for being a blagger and living off the success of McCartney, Lennon and Harrison. If he'd been a good drummer I could understand his ego, unfortunately the duracell rabbit proved itself to be a better drummer, probably with less tuition. There are one armed drummers better than him and drug addled women with beehive hair-dos who can sing better. Talking of bee-hived hair-dos, that reminds me of a Simpsons episode that detailed Marge Simpson's infactuation with ringo and told of how she used to send him fanmail. Come to think of it, this would mean Marge Simpson is about sixty?! That can't be right can it? I would of took her to be about fortyish. Maybe it's her that's still sending Ringo all his fanmail?
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hehe. That was funny. I'm guessing this annoys you slightly? Wonder what he's busy doing? Saving the planet? Running the country? Oh! Maybe he's the stig on top gear?
How sad his ego is bigger than he is!
WHO IS THE STIG?!
Do you think we will EVER find out?
I am the stig.
Good rant, Michael, I laughed out loud and frightened a cat. The cats are tough as nails 'round here, so that's no small achievement.
Sorry for ranting. I didn't mean to rant - but looking back over it, it probably does sound that way!
Regarding the Simpsons, we're talking about a show where Bart has been in the 4th grade for nearly 20 years. Somtimes it's best not to think about these things too much. :)
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