Well, belatedly I add this thinkling ...
Some time ago, I was shown the cover of the new Christina Aguilera album.
I believe we can now expect Madonna to join in, with her body replaced by a large mechanical vagina perched delicately between two orbulent titanium tatas ...
Meanwhile, Mungolian Jet Set are running amok, writing pop songs and strange and esoteric trip-music, covering a fairly diverse set of contents from Alien disco abductions to murderous undead transvestites. I am beginning to despair, ashamed that the heritage of which I was a progenitor has descended to such lowly levels.
I don't like you ... get over it.
Today is: (just in case you're a moron, or recently thawed out after a cryosleep)