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Come on Big Mouth, let's Rumble

If anything infuriates this bloke more than big mouths, it's big mouths with no talent, crappy hairstyles, dorky glasses and bad manners.

To whom do we refer? Well, it's Liam Gallagher, a moronic British pop star (I cannot use the word rock next to his name without a paper bag nearby).

Yup, he of the band Oasis - or should that be the Beatles 2 - whose music shook the world with memories of the Fab Four, only it's nowhere near as good.

Yup, he of the much ignored tirades against other pop music stars who he regularly blasts as being talentless. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Or maybe it was too much pot?

Yup, he who likes to disrupt airlines flights by getting pissy-eyed on Baby Cham and then acting tough when passengers object to his appalling Manchester ways.

Anyway, the pimple on the anonymous face of pop music has had a go at sledging Posh Spice. Now I know we've given her a bit of a razz about her music, but she is in no way as pretentious and self-absorbed as Louty Liam.

He has said of her just released autobiography, Learning To Fly, that he doesn't know how she managed it as: "She can't even chew chewing gum and walk in a straight line at the same time, let alone write a book.''

Nice one Liam. Shame you don't know how to read books without pictures.

Now the Louty one is a newish dad and reckons he's given up cocaine and boozing for the grand life of changing nappies. Well, I'd love to meet you on a plane one day bucko and I tell you what. Annoy me and you'll be eating a pooey nappy, not changing one. You talentless waste of life.

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