'love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring' sang Johnny Cash, JPJ Sanders replied with 'does it go in one direction as well?'

i live my life by routine get up at same time, have tea at the same time, leave school at the same time depending on whether i decide to put Mr Turner's saddle the wrong way round or whether Lord Allen my future lawyer decides he wants to stop flirting with his women wanderers or whether i'm talking to one of my angels. so when i get home, had my argument with my grandmother about the days delinquents, silhouette my way up the stupidly shaped stairs, tear my superb sports tie from the restrictions of my collar. perch perfectly on my navy blue office chair. turn on the computer shout at it to work for a couple of minutes, once loaded it's onto the internet to yahoo to see who's created mischief in the world. today when my yahoo page loaded up i was surprised to find out about the love between a television presenter of a fixed talent show called the extra factor and a boy who needs a haircut who's part of a boy band who all have beautiful bodies (but they don't have the body of a buddhist god like me) who unfortunately are unable to sing in tune or dance well. the headline was something like 'Flack 32 defends Styles 17 relationship' 32-17=15 before reading the article i thought 15 times really is a on and off companionship, so i read the article and as i was reading i thought what a waste of time, a article about a 32 year old woman loving a teenage heart throb whats the problem with that. what thats done is inspired young male adults to see that there are more fabulous females than the 80 in our year and the 90 in the year below, maybe we should make an effort to explore the female possibilities the world provides us with (Mr E. Jones this does not mean you can try and kiss your sociology teacher though) if there are 7 billion people in the universe or 2 billion once the Denver airport conspiracies come true. as a result i declare war against people who have problems with love. // (means paragraph, but my web designer Mr Downes has broken paragraphs) i for one am not immune from problems with love, i've never ever had a girlfriend and until recently never really had any wonderfully womenly associates. yes i can see why one direction fans have a problem with it, i would if i was female and tone death, Mr Styles is meant to wake up next to them after a night of singing, dancing and whatever the BFG blows through his trumpet at them. but this whole thing is unnecessary, heartbreaking for teenage males future wives, upsetting, confusing if you thought he was on the bus to Brighton, bewildering as Mr Styles needs a haircut more than Mr Butt did, inspirational for male adolescents, educational for fabulous females of all ages, over hyped, socially satisfying, waste of social networks,soul destroying for middle aged males, question arousing, greatly gross, amazingly awesome for the likes of Mr Fegan and Mr Mills Mcgowen, musically mythed, emotively engaging, ferociously fantasying, dream destroying, lazy, poor, waste of time that could be spent fighting other wars (all 21 at the moment), invasion of privacy, demotivating story of what in previous societies be a perfectly natural occurrance although the father of the female may have had more of a say, but we are all aware of how useless some fathers can be or is that just men north of Cheshire and the Sanders males who are from more North than Cheshire. i'm going to be rather hypocritical (just one of many great qualities i possess) and say that when it comes to love between celebrities the people of the middle and working classes do not have the contacts to be able to splurge their opinions over the internet informing me of their escapades do they not know there is a war going on between me and everything i don't get a mention once and i'm sorting out society single handedly here through insulting almost everybody on this planet surely thats more important than where a member of a boyband that is a disgrace to music sticks his didgeridoo once the light goes off (i think) see what we need to win this war against celebrity love and the way it is exposed is a real life controversy involving someone posessing someone of great stature as well as a attractive mature female for the male to fall in love. to win this war i need a male of great stature with working testicles (which rules me out) to realise that once the touch paper has been lighted (meeting the attractive mature female) that love is a burning thing, which makes a fiery ring (i think that's the making of the wedding ring) as they are bound by their wild desire for this women they do not see where they are walking falling into the ring of fire, as they could only go in one direction trying to emulate Mr Styles they went down, down, down as the hair spray in their hair was flammable the flames went higher. once they have recovered thanks to the great work the members of the public sector employed by the NHS have done recieving satisfaction in the process they realised that love is sweet (depends what they've been eating before they kiss you) when their hearts meets because love turns people into little children, as they were being childish they put more fuel on the fire and the fire went wild. well the moral of that little cameo is treat rumpy bumpy like all exercise and watch what you eat before participating because it gives you heartburn and you could fall over, even so why shouldn't a 17 year old love a 32 year old, in my opinion it's only like two 24 and a 1/2 years old being in love. in theory it should go wrong, but lets leave them too it use them as a experiment for the rest of society, it's Mr Styles he can only go in one direction so why not up. we could learn a lot from music, who knows the ring may be one of gold given in a church; not fiery because he's over exerted himself after a romantic dinner.