Prostitute pop

Here's a pic of Keith Allen's daughter. Go on, have a wank. Go on! I wouldn't normally encourage people to wank over the daughter of the semi-famous (there was a good reason for not wanking over Geldoff's daughter) but you'd only be joining the long queue of sychophants and the easily pleased.

Come on, what's the matter with you? I'm only partaking in the metaphor for our wonderful media's appetite for 'taste', irony and the tackiness. She's no better than Lordi, surely. But hey, if she doesn't mind sounding like a curious mix of Corraine-Bailey Rae/Pop Idol contestant then that's her lookout. This prostitute pop might work for you but it's yet another example of where hype fails to deliver the goods. In fact the only thing you can be sure of is that when there's a hype, YOU KNOW it's going to be shit. YOU KNOW that the 'tastemakers' and the media are fucking hopeless, and wouldn't know a good thing if it stabbed their dying father in the face.

Aw, but bless her. Doesn't she look like a cute little monkey. Apparently she's got a streak of attitude in her. She does irony too. Only recently she was slagging off The Libertines and enjoying her hate mail becuase she viewed a lot of indie as forumulaic and bland. (Quite right too, although hardly an original observation, and coming from where you are dear, you are THE LAST PERSON to call something samey, love.). Sure, this shit will sell. Shit sells! She'll be popular with 12 old girls and mini middle class sluts the UK over. Men in their late 40s won't buy her novelty pop but they'll gladly want to come on her face. (But they'll be thinking of Gwen Steffani).

Much internet speculation has been made of to what her extent her family connections have contributed to this middle class, Stefani-lite chick's success. I'm sure it didn't harm it, although her father rarely does anyone any favours from his own projects. But I'm one of the few folks who actually like her dad. You never know where you are with him. He's the kind of bloke who might try and shag you, or assault you, but in any case, you can have a beer with and moan about how shite modern music is. As for his daughter you can see her for miles. It already feels tired after one single. Every trick has been used. The background story, the 'experiences', the image, the sound. It's so ordinary. Inoffensive. Radio 2 material. She's preferable to Cheryl Tweedy I expect (the least attractive and talented member of Girls Aloud, just in case you'd never heard of her). And yet the media loves her for it. That tells you more about them than it does about Lily Allen.