Evil Slime-man

Just been reading this month's OMM,which is usually a cracking little read. But, namely for one reason, this latest issue smells like a rotting shit.

If you've bothered leafing through the new mag you'll no doubt have read a feature by Eva Wiseman on the NME, whereby she spent a week in the silly mag's office. Now, we all like an NME-bash every now and then but Wiseman is clearly a slimy witch. She makes sly digs at Editor Conor Mcnicholas, his staff - whom a not young Eva is clearly jealous of - and the NME building (yeah, what a desperate hag, aye?).

Most annoyingly, Evil Slime-man fails to mention how she was a freelance writer for the magazine for a good number of years. So, Eva, do you sound jealous and bitter? YES! Was a job that was meant to be yours given to someone with a haircut that matched their age? PROBABLY! But most importantly, does you spending a week at NME mean that the mag (grotty in their policies or not) is still relevant (something that Slime-man seems to be investigating)? Clearly.

And your relations with one of Vincent Vincent And The Villains (a band that NME rightly can't stand) is probably something you should keep shtum about also.