The Nineties are coming back

The insidious nineties are making their return to these shores.. First the Spice Girls re-unite to take flight and show the UK that mothers and sem-neurotic bintism can still translate into girl power despite the fact that they are all pathetic.

Today Kevin Keegan has been named as Newcastle manager with all the geordies thrilled that the man who briefly threatened to bring them some real success is back in Toon.

And what else pray tell?

Well i haven't yet thought of anything else but if we see an upturn in popularity with anything associated with baggy bun bags, wrestling or gawpy faced goon brained grunge balls then unsheath your sword and recant this poem..

Yee of the Nineties, from cheesy pastures came.
You shall not corrupt with outdated fame
For if you rear your nineties head
Then i shall knock your sideways baseball cap clean off
With my turn of millenium blade of steel and death.

Yee of the Nineties, from spotty moors of kewl
Your spells of feel good Brittania are what makes me ill
And if you shall come at me with your VHS
Then my MP3 will rip your Tye dye top to shreds
And so shall my blade stand stout and right
Aganist the Nineties foe of spite!