On Saturday morning I woke up to find a letter in the post addressed to myself. I looked at the envelope intently for a clue as to what it was. Not a sausage.
I opened it up and was expecting some sort of junk mail telling me I had won a holiday. This was worse… the letter told me I had an audition for the X-Factor on April 12th.
It turns out that after my karaoke session a while back (which we talked about in a previous post), I returned home to find my girlfriend had put a link on my Facebook profile to sign up for the X-Factor. This seemed like a cracking idea at the time.
I think the ulterior motive was so that she could come with an meet Simon Cowell, but we had both lost hope when we thought nothing had come of my application. Turns out we were wrong.
But am I going? No. I will be passing up my opportunity at stardom for a career with my Dad. Sorry world, you just aren’t ready yet.
Tuesday was our bi-weekly karaoke evening at our student union and I fancied a few drinks and a sing with some friends. Feeling confident and in-tune, I stepped up to the microphone with my housemate Nick when the DJ for the evening announced that we were to sing Star Girl by McFly, a personal favourite of mine.
Greeted with the usual mixture of sounds, from nonsensical ridicule to wailing screams from females (these are females who like McFly, not females who like us), we set about our rendition only to realise the bouncer was smirking and making jokes about our love of McFly to the DJ.
Okay, so you’re a bouncer, that makes you a man, right? There is a line from a Stereophonics song that goes “You look like a monkey scowling at me/ Well suck my banana, suck it with cream”. The song is called Doorman and is supposed to be vociferous and scathing attack at bouncers, yet, I think DJ Sherz may have taken this line a bit too literally.
McFly – Stargirl. Listen!
As DJ Sherz (what does that name even mean?) and the bouncer continue to mock, I decide that it’s a good idea to say that I have seen them on no less than three occasions… not entirely sure why I thought this was a good idea, but queue the DJ’s announcement to the rest of the student union about this little stat. In turn, queue more laughter from the audience and from the scowling monkey bouncer. Only for DJ Sherz to then turn to me (microphone is off at the point) and say that he actually quite likes them.
It seemed to me that he was using the microphone as an extension of his manhood to make him look the part in front of the bouncer. Take the microphone away and what do you get? A McFly fan.
A self-portrait of said bouncer
Since when did bouncers set the goalposts of manhood? Are we to bow down to them just because they are seen as big tough men? No, but letting the bouncer make ignorant gay-jibes at us because you don’t want to appear emasculated in front of him bows down to his narrow-mindedness.
What my actual point is, since when was McFly listed under the genre of ‘gays and girls’. It isn’t to my knowledge? I’ve seen the bouncer jiving to Queen in the union before – I think they call this double-standards dancing – but the fact that the DJ had to keep his secret between us was nigh on comical, who cares what the bouncer thinks?
There is a Facebook group called ‘McFly are wasted on 10-year-old girls‘ set up by Stephen Tilson from Cardiff. Here is a quote from the group: “Even if I can’t persuade you [to join this group], it is you who is missing out through your narrow-mindedness. I’m not expecting this group to be huge, but I would like to spread the word and see who else like me is out there.”
Now I don’t know Stephen, but I would like to take this opportunity to make myself his 123rd member and congratulate him… there are plenty of people out there like you.
Anyway, we did Star Girl and it went well enough to get up there and do another song. This time we chose Air Hostess by Busted, to which DJ Sherz asked us: “Have you be to see them as well?”… Idiot.
Do you share a secret love for McFly? Or do you care for someone a little more embarrassing? Leave a comment and tell the world.