The difference between these two is comparable to Nelly's companion albums Sweat and Suit: Benn is for cruisin' with your boys in the day. Churnwell is for getting bizz-ay in the club.
Stars In Their Eyes once gave ordinary people a chance to become someone else. Now that dream is dead, hope is dead, and my wife has left me. Alone, I sit awake refreshing X like a man waiting to hear his own name called by Matthew Kelly. He never will.
Remember Cookie Jar, the '90s chain? Well, Millie's Cookies bought it, sanded off the charm, corporatised the sweetness, made it woke. Now my wife has left me, just as Cookie Jar did, and I am left here dreaming of sweetness and warmth, fuming at what has become of Britain.
Lovely day in London yesterday. I've not smiled so much in a longtime. The music, the graphic design, the spelling, the pints - a complete tour de force. This is what Britain can accomplish when we put our heads together.
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@churnwell Think you'll find, Andy, that we're just normal people who happen to be bald, or balding, and have been denied access to our kids by judge. You call us bigots, but clearly it is you who are bigoted against us.
It's the remix to Reform
Cold and wet like a storm
Rupert's body be shaking
While Reform they be faking
Sippin' pints of real ale
I'm like: I'm male and I'm pale
You've got some freakin' cheek
If you think that we ever gone fail
Start used to sustain our nation. It nourished our people. It fuelled our legendary athletes. No longer. Now the country is broken, my heart is broken, and the only thing I start in the morning is breaking down as I contemplate where it all went wrong.