Last night saw a distinct rise in temperature as my cold settled in for forty eight hours and The Brits raged on the TV. I say rage, it was more like ramble, helpless as its desire for credibility fell victim to Corden arse licking claptrap. Thinly veiled wank jokes sat next to Bieber love me desperation as the one known as Not-Ruth-Jones tried to dismiss … Continue reading My Brits? Your Brits? Their Brits?