Won't be turning on my TV again until the holiday season is over for fear of that whiny, just-held-my-breath-underwater-for-two-minutes wail punishing my ears again.

Don't you hate it when awful artists, who you were previously able to ignore quite easily, ride to ubiquity on the coat tails of an infinitely more talented artist and a calculated marketing campaign? Fuck you, Goulding and your label. I'd also say fuck you John Lewis but they sell such nice things.