Cynical Commentary From The Third Blogger

Do you realize that Googling "celtic music sucks" returns no hits?

Well, no longer.

Celts would go missing in puddles.

Don't worry, my mood will improve presently. There. Sorry, I was just having a reaction to the "Fall Windy," held last even. But I have taken some morphine and the pain is gradually dying. Not the pain of rejection, although there was some of that, too. Mostly the pain of Celtic music. A healthy ninety-seven percent because of that Celtic coughing, amplified to just slightly louder than a Rolls-Royce Trent 800 spooling up to takeoff thrust. Another three percent came from dancing itself, which doesn't agree with me.

The pain of rejection was present, but only in trace amounts.