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GIRL IN A SUICIDAL LANDSCAPE

A pessimist and an undercover pisshead bitter about the faults inherent in reality. A hopeless romantic that's been worn-away by those she loves. Formerly ambitious and driven but no longer able to ignore the fact that class-structure and old money means she will always be a non-entity, a good natured soul that has realised that one good turn usually deserves a massive punch to the metaphorical kidney. Basically a bitter jaded fucker who tends to drone-on in a self absorbed way about how catastrophic life is – usually offensively – because she realises it is far better to get things off her chest than pick up a sniper’s rifle and shoot whoever gets in her way through the chin.

If I had three wishes I’d use one of them to banish Kate Nash to another dimension. Not merely because her wailing-confabulations about lemons and bastard-boyfriends give me a fuck-off headache of Armageddon proportions but also because her lack of musical ability and skill as a lyricist is agitproped as ‘talent’ and rammed down our throats by the trifling crustaceans working in the music business. I wouldn’t mind this elephantine songstress so much if it weren’t for her chipper disposition, her chavbulous fashion-sense and her high-achievements in the field of female-neurosis…on second though, I think I’d still pray someone would stick a ballistic missile up her arseroon.

Oh and one more thing, if anyone was born-to-be in the cunt collective surely her.