the boredom that is bullog

i have an incurable need to annoy myself. i find myself doing exactly what i swore i wouldn't and buying in to the whole rubbish that really is hard sell. when the controversy first started i knew it for what it was and that the lil man should get his own blog and take the hype there and that is what ensued...

the writing wasn't that bad at first, which got me to wonder why the hell i thought he was old drivel to start off with? then it became this tripe about how brilliant he was and blah blah boring blah and then the penny dropped on the latest twaddle and i realised where the disdain had stemmed from in the first place...

he just isn't jeremy and the mundane ridiculous pretension in an attempt to review automobiles tends to feel a little like sucking cock with car manufacturers. i dont mean to be crude but that is what is boils down to. rather than a review it turns into an ad report for some luxury car that lacks any attention to detail. telling me over an over that it has style, a great gear box or clean lines doesn't mean it does. where's the bullish antagonism at the pretension of a manufacturer to command such price tags, wheres the justification in parting with your cash when there are so many other models to chose from that have higher rpms, out puts and gear ratios, where is the penchant for appreciation of the finer things that go into the make up of the piece of metal you inevitably choose to climb into on any given sunday?

there it is, the pearl of realisation and onwards to continue to thrive on every minute that is not taken up by another boring car show...