As Christmas speeds towards us like a Juggernaut on Bambi, adverts are either warnings against drink driving, the latest fad for the ankle biter in your life Jamie fuckin’ pukka Oliver gurning over honey roasted parsnips like a spazz kettle. Sandwiched between these little vignettes of marketing are the compilation CDs. The latest one that’s caught my attention is piggy-backing on the cash cow that is Forever Friends. If you’ve never heard of Forever Friends, then you’ve probably never stepped foot into a Clinton Cards. To do so would be to see cards, calendars and mugs portraying the same couple of teddy bears hugging and frolicking with oversized heads and limbs. They’re like the soft toy equivalent of John Merrick.
What can we conclude from the 30 seconds we hear of the track listing? Well, initial thoughts are that somewhere along the manufacturing of this CD someone must have misheard or made a typing error, because clearly the title of the CD is ACTUALLY Just For Your Funeral. There’s not one track played during this half a minute that doesn’t make me think that I’m loved but that someone has planned my untimely demise and created the soundtrack to accompany my friends as they bid me farewell. It’s such insipid drooling dirge. The kind of thing that gets played over the highlights of funerals for royal type folks.
Maybe I’m just being cynical but watching the advert with the sound down seems to hint as to what my friend has waiting for me. The soft snow, the oh so nauseatingly cute teddies, the hugging… They’re trying to throw so much schmaltz at me that they’re hoping I’ll slip into a diabetic coma! Oh yes, and whilst I’m languishing in hospital, in nonchalantly walks my so-called friend and, oh look, pillow of over my face. Struggle, struggle, struggle and off to talk to the big guy upstairs.
Don’t think I’m not on to you, Forever Friends! You big headed bastards. You won’t turn my friends against me! Never!
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Just for you is available in all good record stores.
