I must admit that I have
never been one to fall in love with bands or celebrities. The only concert I
have ever attended was performed by Beyonce back in 2008. I swore, at that
moment, that I would never line up again for hours to buy tickets, only to
spend a whole concert standing just to get a two inch high glimpse of someone.

So readers, please
forgive me for not quite understanding the hysteria surrounding the latest boy
band
One Direction. Over the last
week, television screens have been bombarded with images of screaming girls all
pining to become the next Mrs Zayn Malik or Mrs Liam Payne. And yes, I did have
to look those names up!
Sure they are cute, have
nice hair, lots of money and can pump out a tune but are they really worth all
thy hype? To me, the kind of behaviour their fans, albeit mainly girls, engage
in is downright bizarre and fruitless. If I see one more teenage girl cry on
TV, I think I might scream.
Maybe I'm just getting too old! Mind you, I have embarrassingly found myself
belting out their single What Makes You
Beautiful more than once... But let’s keep that secret on the down-low.
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