Spencer Tarring, aka DJ Spenny, claims to be “Shanghai’s No. 1 DJ” and writes a semi-regular column for City Weekend: Shanghai which is either an Onion-esque, practically pitch-perfect parody of every puffed-up idiotic British DJ; or the ramblings of a sexist, egotistical moron.
Evidence that Spenny’s persona is tongue-in-cheek:
He calls his column “The Hater” and decorates it with photos of himself doing martial arts poses in Adidas leisurewear.
Beneath the bravado his writing isn’t bad and he seems intelligent.
He comes off as pretty likeable in this video.
Evidence that Spenny isn’t joking:
He’s from Reading (LOL British-joke).
The awful photoshoots.
The existence of Tim Westwood (I’ve met him, he’s really like that).
He apparently reads Ayn Rand.
He picks a “chick of the week” and not so subtly implies that he has slept with them.
Make up your own mind / hoisting Spenny with his own petard: (emphasis mine)
Introducing “The Hater”:
You might ask: Spenny, why do the knickers drop so quickly every time you enter a room? Well, I think you should note the lack of appreciation she is getting in her love life. Why are you not taking care of her needs? When she needs a new car, you buy her a Ferrari. When she needs a new wardrobe, you call on Karl Lagerfeld. When she needs to be slow loved, you turn down the lights and do it right. The reality in Shanghai is that every woman is available. Women will always go on a date with a man, even though they neglect to mention they have a boyfriend or husband, to either a) look for that bigger, better thing, b) kill the boredom they suffer in said relationship, or c) see what they are missing after being forced into a marriage at a young age. It’s the “upgrade” city of the world. Naturally your best option is to be at the top of the “food chain”.
There is a fine line between cocky and confident. I would place myself in the latter as I can back it up. However, many cannot and deserve a proper skewering.
I did, however, enjoy the company of the Los Angeles cheerleaders who were in town and let’s just say I understand how the Chinese think we all look the same as I made that confusion with two of them hours apart.
Basically, I thought I was shagging the same cheerleader both times that evening but the second time was her friend. In this business, mistakes do get made!
Just as men use money to entice women, chicks use their most important assets to land the big fish in the room: their looks. This in turn leads to a mutual attraction scenario. Each night I am focused on taking home the hottest girl in the room, and they are focused on the bigger, better deal.
When I pick up a chick in my Rolls Royce or invite her back to my gaff, she knows why she is there. We go through the usual formality of “No, I’m a traditional blah, blah, blah woman” but that only lasts long enough for her to make herself feel better about what she had planned to do all along.
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