It's only a ride (R.I.P.) Bill Hicks
Some people hail me as a moral reformer; please don't accuse me of such a crime. I'm really in it for the money, while my views do hold true I just want you to buy my books and then rave about them to your friends, for either good or bad since there is no such thing as bad publicity. You may feel indignant after absorbing my rants here but anyone who says indignantcy does not sell has never read a newspaper. Besides I know what happens to moral reformers, they are either publicly assassinated their name besmirched in the daily tabloids, "I didn't know he did that" exclaimed in indignation, or just publicly assassinated like Kennedy, King, Lennon or even Lenin. So please if that is your plan, pick on someone that is certain of an afterlife or at least of another chance to take the ride again.
Moron music, a less well trod path
Following on from remade films some songs need a bit of treatment before they come in to their own. Both George Harrison’s while my guitar gently weeps and Jimi Hendrix's voodoo child original versions lacked some thing but subsequent recordings by the same artists produced songs of infinite amazement, luckily Bruce Bobinson who drinks to work rather than the other way around knew the difference and put the better versions into the sound track of his film Withnail and I. For my own part I much prefer the Captain sensible version of the Frankie goes to Hollywood track Relax, and I can't help but get a proud feeling when I hear the anthem of the Royal Canadian Yacksmen, in my fathers day if a fellow didn't stand for the tune he would be knocked down.