What’s more laughable- the fact that Liam Gallagher thinks it’s still ‘95 and that we find Britpop boisterousness fresh and amusing, or that he had Duffy’s Rockferry to compete against for the best British album since 1980? We really can’t decide. Somehow we wish Dizzee Rascal had done a stage intrusion and told Phil Collins he made one of the best albums of all time, but since when did the Brits make our dreams come true?

Okay, it’s Monday, I’ve just woken up and I’m sure at some point you have too. Just because there’s five days of work/studying to do (if it’s half-term for you then you’re too young to be here) it doesn’t mean you should be counting down to Friday evening till you can enjoy yourself again. Two more moving pictures enclosed.

Carry on…

Jack White must be an awfully busy man, what with his commitment to setting up bands for the sake of it and shopping for stage gear exclusively in red, white and black tones; it’s a real wander how he gets any time to do stage invasions. Nevertheless if you’re going to do one, you may as well aim to go higher in the dignity charts, eh Kanye?

Tuning into TV on a Sunday morning usually involves hangover politics where a charged up Andrew Marr tries to lure politicians into admissions of failure at the mere cost of a few untouched croissants. If you watched BBC2 on this past Sabbath day however you were blessed with the experience of a completely different Marr unintentionally demoralising his odd-couple bandmate at the expense of a banana curry and some Smiths trivia on Something For The Weekend. Carry on…