Fraggle

Yesterday’s posting on the topic of Buffy Saint-Marie failed to produce the deluge of correspondence I was expecting.

Young people today - they just have no taste in music: no taste full-stop. I put it down to a diet of Britney Spears, Big Brother and Botox rotting our brains. The three Bs.

While I’m talkin’ trash - according to the age, there is now a “backlash” after ms Paris Hilton was released early from prison. Why? Who cares? What possible difference can it make to anyone what happens to her?

It makes me shake my head in bewilderement. There is so much wonderful, fascinating stuff going on in the world, and not just Buffy Saint-Marie, and we waste our collective energy on pampered, brainless Fraggles.

Also from the Age (and file this one under the heading of “stating the bleedin’ obvious”) Bindi Irwin’s new TV show, replete with multiple appearances from her dead father, has been reviewed as being “creepy“.

Well der….

I find Bindi creepy pretty much all the time. There’s something about her that reminds me of the energiser bunny. Too much energy, and something vaguely inhuman. Actually there’s even something vaguely Fraggline about her too. (There: I’ve invented a word!)