The worst song ever.
Last night on twitter I stated the absolute fact that Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi is the worst song ever. I mean, come on, it’s a song about a motorcyclist who plays guitar who thinks he’s a cowboy.
I’d hazard a guess that every verse comes from a different draft of a different song as there is no real thread through the song. It just seems to have lost the plot completely at the end. “I play for keeps, and I’m not coming back”, yet in the first verse he would “drive all night just to get back home” (Ignoring the obvious Springsteen theft there).
Anyways, that aside, people gave suggestions of what they thought was their “worst song ever”. They are all wrong.
- @bunnysamisshape - Mull of Kintyre
- @lastyearsgirl_ - Everything I do, I do it for you
- @lastyearsgirl_ - Wonderful, Tonight
- @christt - The lighthouse family back catalogue
- @aboynamedposh - the other version of dead or alive
- @lastyearsgirl_ - Lady in Red (close call, indeed!)
- @bunnysamisshape - Raw Meat
- @stewart_jm - Vanilla Ice’s back catalogue
- @jaystringer - Imagine
I’m just ignoring those that spoke up in defence of the song.
HADOUKEN!: Hadouken's 16 top tips for starting Uni life.
1. Do not mention your fucking gap year.
2. Break up with your school boyfriend or girlfriend RIGHT NOW. This will save the money spent on bi-weekly train tickets home and let you indulge in the low-hanging fruits of Freshers Week guilt-free.
3. Do not panic after the first week when you realise…
Especially rule 8.
Dunno about you, but I’ve never met anyone who applauds the act of defecation.
Well, apart from a woman who’s just had a kid.
For the record…
The Platonic Ideal for an A-Level Results Day story photograph involves the following in the order named:
1) Blonde…
2) Twins…
3) Going to Oxbridge…
4) Leaping for joy…
5) Holding aloft their results…
6) …But not so high as to obscure a glimpse decolletage.
I find it also helps to imagine Derek Jameson leering, sweaty browed and panting, as he approves the layout. But that’s just me.
No one took my photo as I opened my higher results. Sitting down. In my Room. Alone.
As true as it was yesterday, as it will be tomorrow.
These days I’m realising that when you were a kid and had decided what you wanted to be as a grown-up, you shouldn’t have been such a dumbass. If something sounded ace when you were a kid, you really don’t want that thing to turn out paying your rent/mortgage/bills. You’ll only start to resent it.
I’m Dave and I’m a scientist, just like my stupid 12 year-old self wanted me to be.



