He's Beautiful Listening to National Radio 1 post-Brits I've been struck by the number of dee-jays (esp. black hole of comedy Chris Moyles & The Blandtons aka Colin & Edith) who've 'dropped' a track by Brigadeer General James Horatio Blunt and commented afterwards 'well, you know we're not the biggest fans of James, but after meeting him at the Brits (and here it comes) YOU GOTTA SAY HE'S ACTUALLY A REALLY NICE GUY.'

Like they're surprised. What did they expect? 'Well, jeez, I went to interview him and I thought he was gonna maybe stab me or mug me or start murdering kittens or yell obscene racial slurs or something, but, hey, turns out James Blunt is ACTUALLY A REALLY NICE GUY.'

James Blunt: A Nice Guy. Shocking. I would have presumed from his post-London bombings don't worry-everythings-ok pop as pot pourri baige-o-rama music desinged with the implicit intention of offending absolutely nobody anywhere that he would be some sort of insane monster. I mean, I could understand it if they were talking about somebody whose reputation for evil preceeds them; 'Was interviewing Hitler after the Brits, never been a big fan, but he was a actually nice guy' or something, but Blunt? The guy's all about the nice. He's Joe Nice. Being nice is is whole thing. He holidays in Nice. His favourite biscuit is the Nice biscuit. His favourite progressive rock band are The Nice. And so on.

There is also the implication that his being 'nice' goes some way to excusing his awful music. It doesn't. He could be Mother freakin' Teresa, it still wouldn't matter. Infact, I saw Mother Teresa play at Guildfest in 1992, and she sucked too.  ¶ 1:23 PM