Thursday, 05 November 2009

  • Confession: I'm madly in love with Taylor Swift


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    I got the most random text from my friend Simon this morning. It said: "Dude. I know it's not your birthday. But I've bought you a present."

    Who doesn't want to wake up to that?!

    I was all: "Hell yeah you did! What is it?"

    "First...Do you promise you won't tell people?"

    Oh dear. Whatever could this be, I started to wonder. "I promise, yo!"

    "I have bought us... TWO TICKETS TO FUCKING TAYLOR SWIFT!"

    "You've paid for us to fuck Taylor Swift!?"

    "No, even better. We're going to her concert!"

    Let me explain. Simon and I... LOVE COUNTRY MUSIC. We sing to Dolly Parton songs in our cars, we dance about our kitchens to Tim Mcgraw, and just about anything that reeks of incest and twang.

    We especially love Taylor Swift, and it's not just because she's a 6 foot blond with an accent that says "I would like to roll with you in hay stacks, siiiiir!" and a penchant for self-deprecation which makes her practically British! Nuh-uh!!

    It's more than that. We like to imagine that Ms. Swift gets us. On some extended emotional plain, she is our shared soul mate. Like deluded people everywhere, we like to imagine that she sings things that only we understand.  Especially when we're drunk. It's then that the conversation "Taylor Swift will marry us one day!" comes up, along with the promise to deck these rednecks who have her crying all over her guitar!   

    So we're stupidly excited that she's finally made an appearance on the UK charts, as we have pined after her for years, and like nothing better than to scream "OUR SONG!" and "Picture to burrrrrnnnnn!" at each other on karaoke when mildly intoxicated, which probably says as much about our homoerotic friendship as our mild Taylor obsession.

    But we mustn't tell other English people this... as other English people just don't seem to get country. Or our singing. Or our ability to find joy in such inane things.  

    Besides. It's hardly manly, to go prancing off to Taylor Swift gigs.

    Especially not in the clothes we shall be wearing:  We have decided to go to her concert dressed as red necks. Female rednecks. Hell yeah!

    I'm going into town tomorrow morning to find me a check shirt. And a woman to beat! hahaha.

    Yeah... so I promised I wouldn't tell 'people.' But Xangan aren't PEOPLE are they, yo? So it's all good!

    Just tell me this is normal?

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