Nearly had a friggin’ nosebleed when I read that rangy r’arsepout pop-er Mika topped some industry–insiders’–choice new talent list which is bound to keep him in the public arena longer than I first anticipated. Am now seriously considering launching a petition to get that bumbee of the airwaves while my eardrums and my sanity is still in tact. The latter due to heavy medication namely fistfuls of Prozac that, fortunately, lighten the cross of Mika’s nauseating razzledazzle enthusiasm, archetypal stage-school campness and reptilian phizog. Unfortunately though it seems one cannot escape his jactitating bastardizations or ‘songs’ as I think they are known. Or turn the telly on without seeing him and his mob of mammoth-limbed floozies, cooing along in faux adoration with a look of contrived ecstasy on their spam-pie faces. It’s safe to say Mika’s got his fans. Now let the rest of us hope some cretin in the USA comes to our rescue and offers Mika a permanent position entertaining the chunkeroonies at one of those fat-camps. Alternatively, I wouldn’t mind if someone mowed him down with their car or filled his gobber with quick-set cement. A supercunt like him deserves no less.
Personally don't care for Mika myself or any of the other self promoting proto- celebrities so good opinion thanks 
10/09/07 @ 18:35