Keane are on the TV. I had forgotten quite how much I hate Keane. That stupid chubbster moon-faced singer braying endlessly about his wanky life and punching the air so weakly that he actually couldn't hurt a fly, that shit clanging electric piano, it's just DISGUSTING MUSIC. And James Blunt, as it turns out, is a smug, smarmy, self-satisfied toff, as if we needed any more reason to dislike him. And I know the Wainwrights are part of the DiS label extended family, and I know Rufus is a nice bloke and a great dresser and all that stuff, but his music seems... bad. No tunes.

The C4 guy just called Wireless an "easy listening marathon". That's pretty funny.