Now I'm thinking about that quieff Michael Buble. Talk about a guy who thinks he's Frank Fucking Sinatra.
I'd love to punch that guy in the throat. And then steal all of his playing cards so he couldn't play poker with his friends
Dean and Sammy and that other fucking guy who was married to one of the Kennedys or something. c*nt.
YES, YES YES. RM
Hold a tune? Yeah the same as any fucking Karaoke singer can in any town or city.
Buble is a fraud and absolute utter utter shite. These days and now I'm fully aware of his talent void, annoyance factor and the whole sack of nothingness he brings to my entertainment table, his turgid easy listening songs and his face don't make it past the first few bars or seconds on my radio or telly before he's switched off.
I have genuinely seen and heard street buskers with a hundred times better singing voice and more creativity than him.
He's the modern day Val Doonican or Daniel O'Donnell. The difference being, I can tolerate O'Donnell or Val.
He's going to be quite difficult to avoid over Christmas but I'm committed to keeping him out of our house this festive period.