The man, the myth, the dunderbrained tithead.

While I suppose that the latest interview in The Grauniad provides more evidence to the already marvellously sizeable body of evidence that the fifty one year old, public school educated son of a Bishop (not a euphemism) is so entirely detached from reality that he may be in very real danger of fading out of existence entirely, his silly speech patterns are hardly a novel thing to be taking the piss out of.

However, it’s also never stopped being funny, so let’s all take time out to thank him in these dire times of economic strife to thank him for being so gosh-darn amusing. Albeit unintentionally.

Credibility scuppering disclaimer – I actually quite respect his contributions to the U.K. ‘urban’ (jeez, what a dumb term) music scene. It’s just a shame he sounds like such a tool.