We are the Cheeky Girls
Over here they have this thing (which, shame of shames, was originally started in NZ) called ‘Pop Stars’. The idea is that it’s a kind of talent quest. Audition thousands of people, form a group, make a TV series out of the whole thing, and the producers make a fortune when the accompanying first single goes straight to number one on the charts.
Here in the UK they went really nuts over the concept, and it has even sporned evil spin off shows, including ‘Popstars – The Rivals’ . This show can be summed up in one word – arse. The Rivals is twice as bad as the result is two awful groups, competing for numero uno on the charts. A campaign called Slap Waterman has begun in an attempt to get another song, the dubious Cheeky Girls with “Cheeky Song (Touch My Bum)”, into the number one spot instead. Irony – this pair auditioned for The Rivals but were rejected outright. Yes, I would definately prefer them at number one.
I was thinking of going along with it and buying the Cheeky Girls to spite Waterman and Fat Spice – but give me Tool or Pacifier any day.
Dream – 18 Dec, 2002-12-18
I used to record my dreams – I still have the book somewhere, tucked away in a cupboard at my parents place in NZ. I had to stop for two reasons, firstly, I was remembering up to seven or eight dreams a night, secondly, and worse, I was confusing dreams and reality.
So anyhoo, I’ve climbed a cliff to almost the top. At the top is the guru like figure of Sam Hunt , the famed kiwi performance poet (who incidentally I met once, when I was a school boy). I am trying to get across to him, but as I look down to check my footing I am gripped with fear at the precariousness of my situation. I finally mange to pull myself up to see Sam Hunt. He is sitting on a plastic cafeteria chair. I then realise that I could have walked thru the cafeteria to see Sam instead of going the hard dangerous climb up the cliff. A sense of relief overcomes me and I wake up. I wake up thinking ‘what the fuck?’
Now – an update on the “Withnail and I” article – Tash saw the man himself, Richard E Grant, on the tube with his mum! Alright! That is rockin’ – Tash is stoked.
