A PLUSH RECORD COMPANY OFFICE. AN A&R MAN IS SITTING WITH A GROUP OF WELL DRESSED CLEAN CUT YOUNG MEN. THEY ARE WESTLIFE LOOKIE LIKIES. THE A&R GUY LEANS OVER AND TURNS THE CD PLAYER OFF.
A&R GUY
So you think that the world needs another Westlife? A bunch of talentless monkeys who can't write or play and who record third rate covers of songs and mangle them horribly?
BAND MEMBER:
Yeah we do. There's gotta be more scope out there for a really bland load of shit like us.
A&R MAN:
Yeah OK Lads, fair enough. I'll get the contract drawn up.
CONTINUITY ANNOUNCER:
We'd just like to apologise for this sketch viewers. It's not very funny or clever but the writers just felt that they'd like to have a dig at boy-bands in general and Westlife in particular.
It makes me sick you know? I used to be in a band and we coulda made it. We supported Fatboy Slim at a pub in Walthamstow. What a f**king joke! All he does is play records by other people and piss about with them. We were all musicians but got nowhere! One of us went to piano lessons. That's how keen and dedicated we were.
Call that fair? It a bloody disgrace! That's what it is. And now look at me. Reduced to voiceover work on third rate late night sketch shows. Fair!? Don't talk to me about fair.
The music business! Hah! It's had the best years of my life. The bastard! The rotten filthy stinking bastard!