A while ago I made this post about what I assumed to be a novelty act, a sort of Cheeky Girls for the Urban Chav; little did I know that it would generate an upsurge in traffic. As I write this, as of ten thirty-two on Friday the eighteenth, the most commonly used keywords that bring people to this site are +blackout and +crew, which is nice, but at the same time, not.
I say not because, well, there’s poetry and songs and other esoteric delights on this site (not counting the load of bollocks that I’ve written) and the most commonly accessed post is the one featuring dancing monkeys.
Granted, I only really write for my own amusement, and to stave off another razor wielding escapade, but it’s a little dispiriting to find that I’ve had more referrals for our tracksuit wearing friends than I’ve ever had for Shakespeare. I mean, hopefully one will eventually lead to the other, variety being the spice of life an’ all, but still…
Anyway, apologies if you happen to be an aficionado of the Blackout Crew passing through these humble pages, I don’t mean to cause offence, it’s just that they’re a shit version of Blazin’ Squad* and should pack it in now, while they still have some shame left. d{^_^}b
*I jest. Blackout Crew are far superior†in terms of both flow and harmony.
†Sorry, jesting again, they’re both shit. Here’s some P.M Dawn.
