Jo Whiley Must Die!

There, I said it. If I have to listen to that arse-booshed, horse-voiced, pretentious piece of idiot, rambling on in her overly-contrived dry tones about the next big 9-5 indie rockstar/businessman one more time I might be forced to lobotomise myself with a crab-claw. I know that might sound extreme but honestly, I think I'm allergic to her.
And how she gloats can seriously get on my wick; 'Oh I have to pinch myself sometimes, I just love this job so much'. Shut uppa your face Jo, a trained monkey could do your job. That is of course if they trained the monkey to say things like: 'Wow, that was amazing guys, here's Mika'
Come to think of it, I wonder what would happen if Jo and Mika were to spawn a love-child????.....



Yeah, something like that.