It is humid, and heavy in my head

I know it's absolute cheese and Robbie Williams, but iTunes just gave me new lolz at these lyrics and how he delivers them in a perfectly self-mocking silly pop way:

Hello. Did you miss me?
I know I'm hard to resist
Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this.
It's hard to be humble
When you're so fucking big
Did you ever meet a sexier male chauvinist pig

I'm gonna milk it till I turn it into cheese
Tell your babes in arms and OAP's
Come take a piece of me

If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Cause you just met the world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man

Y'all know who I am
I'm still the boy next door
That's if you're Lord Litchfield and Roger Moore
If I've gone up in the world
Or is the world gone down on me
I'm the one who put the Brits in celebrity

Give in and love it
What's the point in hating me
You can't argue with popularity
Well you could
But you'd be wrong

If you drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't need me I don't exist
You voted for me
Now let me see a show of hands
Here before you stands

Can you make me laugh and sign this autograph
Though it's not for me
Flip a grin, shake a thing, name a shame
Then I'm out of here
It's not very complicated
I'm just young and overrated

Please don't drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't see me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Cause you just met the world's most handsome man
Here before you stands
Please don't drop me I'll fall to pieces on you
If you don't need me I don't exist
It's nice to meet you
Now let me go and wash my hands
Cause you just met the world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man
The world's most handsome man

I love my very dubious musical 'taste'. I am allowed to enjoy stupid music: one can only be a snob in one artistic pursuit, and since I use up all my allotted judgement by looking down on people who blindly follow the popular 'conceptual' art market, I am free of the need to uphold the pretence of good taste in music or film :D which is undeniably excellent news.

I need a job. Or to stop being silly with money and stop eating it away or drinking it away or needlessly travelling around the UK with it. Or buying examples of my aforementioned musical savviness on iTunes with it, or buying books on topics unrelated to my degree / seemingly ignorant of the HUGE to-read pile I have cultivated.

End Blog.