When pop gets desperate (Cher Lloyd)

This is what Shepherds Bush (West London) looks like right now. I think Sony Music’s probably spent a fortuneĀ amassingĀ to an amount that could get South Sudan out of financial ruin on Cher Lloyd, in Shepherds Bush alone. And seeing her intolerable lyrics plastered on every available piece of street furniture doesn’t make me like her any more. But here I am, blogging about her, spending time out of my life to moan about her.

I never moan on here. I know she’s just a kid, and if I’m totally honest, I sort of can’t get the song out of my head, but this attitude she carries around seriously puts me off. Cher, you’re fucking with my head. Stop it. You’re a hater, just let it go.