I saw a bit of Radio 1's 'Big' weekend blah on telly and have to say if I waked into a pub in plaistow and saw a skeletal Berkerley Menthol hag doing bad karaoke I'd be less scared. Have never liked this deeply cyincal woman but this was just creepy. Also having 'urban dancers' who you think still graffiti the subways like nothing has changed in urban music since 'Beat Street' in 1985 truly deserves to be pushed in front of an angry train anyway.
Horrible. Like waking up next to the cold corpse of Graham Norton and not remembering the night before