Back at work. Oy.
In other news, you know the singer from Yidcore? Bram Presser, I think his name is? I’ve spoken to him once, and he seemed like a bit of a pretentious cunt: I was walking out of a concert, he was there, and I mentioned that I was going to be at the club they were playing at the day after. Still slowly moving away from him in the crush, towards the door, (so it wasn’t like I was trying to pick him up or be clingy and annoying) I asked if he knew when they were gonna be on. ‘I have no idea’ he snorted at me, like a snooty fucking princess. Left me with a negative, yet ultimately forgettable, impression of him.
I only remembered this when he was on John Safran, and it was revealed that he is the son of Dan Presser, the guy who did (does?) those abysmal fucking Sunraysia ads for prune juice. You know, the ones that were so cringingly awful and self-congratulatory that there were complaints? (Dude, hire an actor. You make prune juice; you don’t have the charisma of a voice-for-hire).
Anyway, Bram was even IN some of these ads. ‘Hey, dad, tell me more about Sunraysia’s delicious Easy Lemon Squeezey bottle!’ or summat. How fucking punk of him.
So Bram, be all supercilious and punker than thou. Not all of us can sit at home and be musos, growing wacky dredlocks while our rich daddies fund it. Fuck, if my dad was rich enough to support me I’d have about 2 kilos of ink and metal on my body, but work demands a certain level of conservativeness. You really aren’t as cool as you’d like to be.
Anyone met him? If he’s actually a 100% lovely guy I’m willing to be convinced, but Arrogance + Nepotistic Daggy Ads really isn’t kicking any goals for me.
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