*Listening to Brand New – The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Of Me*
Roy Keane isn’t one of my favourite managers it has to be said. He didn’t exactly endear himself with his playing career and now his management career isn’t exactly helping. Take the last fortnight, firstly we saw and very much heard him berate the F.A.I. Rumour has it he’s in talks now with McCain’s to put the chip on his shoulder into production- it’s longer lasting and bigger than most of the chips available although the downside is that they can be rather bitter.
*Listening to Manchester Orchestra – Mean Everything To Nothing*
Scouring the internet recently gave me an idea that could make the world a better place, a place where words have their full allotted amount of letters and, even- god-forbid- apostrophes. It shouldn’t be too difficult to bring into practice, all it really requires is a few thousand people keeping their eyes open in the world they spend their most time.
This world, is Facebook of course, and all these Freedom Fighters would be looking for is those people who have an innate inability to spell, or more importantly, people who feel the need to omit letters that have been comfortably in their place for many a moon now.