Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

So what. As a great man once said, it "...says nothing to me about my life".

Sure, I despise Take That, and abhor even more the rise of its profoundly arrogant once-ex member (that's "member" as in "prick") as "high art" since his departure from that pre-Cowell manufactured pop pap act. But let's get rational about this. The only people who care and who will subscribe to this "news" (jeez, I'm running out of my allocation of inverted commas here) are that small proportion of middle-aged women and gay men who haven't taken the time or effort to get into real music in the near twenty years since this apology for entertainment was first thrust upon us.

Leave them alone to wet their knickers and get on with it. It won't affect our joy of greater things. Like (I'm sure) all of you discerning dudes, I've got access to more than enough fine music to keep my ears safely distant from a new Take That album. Let us ROCK.

:-)