The year is 1996. At the annual Brit Awards ceremony, in the midst of an impassioned, sweaty and climatic performance of his ethical anthem Earth Song, the King of Pop himself was rudely interrupted mid crotch-grab by none other than Jarvis Cocker’s gleamingly white arse, mooning him from the front of the stage.
Read MoreDreams Can Come True, but Not on Radio 1
Listen up, this is a confession worthy of Usher himself: Just the other day, whilst at work, I found myself voluntarily listening to Gabrielle.
Read More