PJ and Yoko: Last night's Event
Last night I dreamt Chris Moyles was slagging off the decades-old
institution that goes by only one name (she is so riveted in industry
history and social bridging), Yoko, at some presentation event we
were all spectators at and I rounded on him for his seeming
ignorance. Yoko kept looking around in disbelief that she heard her
name whispered and sniggering to follow for a sustained period
until I stood up and said "That's enough Moyles...". I pointed out his
comparable blip of a register in industry consiouness and pointed
out where Yoko straddled the globe, he was hard pressed to be
known beyond the Watford Gap until the touring of a TV talent
contest that brought back Jesus Christ Superstar and at best that
was garnering poor reviews. Although he was showing budding
promise as someone who could indeed sing and function stood up
away from a radio/chat show host's chair he had a long road to hoe
before he had arrived at uber stardom. "And isn't it churlish
Moyles," I asked "to big-up yourself to lesser mortals by
bitching at the foundations of more established beings regardless of
their talents or contributions to art...especially in public and where
we are gathered to watch yet another person or act (I wasn't sure
what we were observing)." He told me to "Fuck off Jarrette". Yoko
rounded on him and I asked my cousin Bertram to climb out of
Moyle's picnik basket and I returned to my seat. Three bean soup
late at night.
CHRIS MOYLES IS RED HOT
http://www.dailystar.co.uk/posts/view/272719
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