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Kingmaker? What the fuck?

Now, I am the first to admit that I am possibly not the snappiest dresser. I'm fond of a good suit, and partial to a well-tailored shirt. But most of the time you'll find me in jeans and a scabby indie band tour t-shirt circa the early nineties. Frankly it's a miracle that any woman's looked at me twice. The fact that one saw fit to marry me is right up there with loaves and fishes (Breaded haddock, incidentally. Has to be).

In amongst my selection of scabby indie band tour t-shirts of the early nineties is a Kingmaker t-shirt. The Eat Yourself Whole tour, to be precise. Not that it matters because not a huge amount of people gave a monkeys at the time, which was fourteen years ago. So it follows tghat even fewer people would give said monkeys now.

Apart from those Shadowy figures behind the new Will Ferrell vehicle something or other. I've no idea what the film's called, I'm aware that the plot is some Kaufman-lite MacGuffin about an author writing somebody elses life. So far, so basic (But, crucially, not to somebody on coke, for whom it BLOWS THEIR MIND = entertainment industry. Enjoy). What I do know is that the trailer features a song by Kingmaker called Ten Years Asleep, which I bought on cassingle (younger readers - look it up) many maany maaaany years ago in a record shop in Cornwall.

Maybe I'm not making it clear.

KINGMAKER are on the soundtrack to a NEW HOLLYWOOD MOVIE. This is approximately as likely as the SONG YOU RECORDED WHEN YOU WERE FIFTEEN ABOUT THAT GIRL YOU LIKE WHO WORKS IN STARBUCKS, YOU KNOW, THE ONE THAT RHYMES "ALONE" WITH "MOCHACINNO" appearing on the soundtrack of a NEW HOLLYWOOD MOVIE,possibly starring BILLY BOB THORNTON, or maybe KIRSTEN DUNST as a girl who LOOKS ALL INNOCENT BUT IS PROBABLY QUITE DIRTY and she's FISTING HERSELF to your PISS-POOR PIECE OF SIXTH FORM SHIT. This is ODD.

I mean seriously. Kingmaker? Is the Ride rock opera (probably entitled Making Judy Smile) next? I've said it before and I'll say it again. These are the End Times.

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