Me Three

Noreen doesn't like Thom Yorke of Radiohead, calling him a "tedious, whining, pretentions veal-calf," which has to be my favorite insult of the day. There's more:

That man really is a monumental c*nt. I hated radiohead - the only song with any sort of a tune to it is the one "fake plastic trees" but even that let itself down by having some of the world's most pretentious lyrics. And now Yorke has decided to go solo and has brought out a new album. I can't even bear to look at the cover of the new album case there is a photo of him on it; he has one of those faces that blend victimy- vulnerability with psychotic ire, a look normally seen in people on the turn from abusee to abuser. A face only a psychologist could love.

If only Noreen could get over her shyness.