It's always late at night

Okay, it's not late at night, but I've also realised this can be a good way to get the wheels of the writing mind greased up.

So let's see. What should I consider before heading into the latest greatest article writing stint of all time?

Today, it's PJ Harvey. What is it about her that freaks me out? I think of her as a champagne or a stinky cheese that somehow you're pretty sure you should like, considering oneself a London sophisticate, a groovy metropolitan metrosexual (whatever the fuck that means!!) and all that, but I just don't. I don't get her. Don't really like her music all that much. Kind of arty, ungroovy, self-indulgent though worthy. Just doesn't grab me, no matter how much I open my mind. Oh well, that's life.

Anyway, time to get back to work and shuddupa my face.