Well, given the fact that I set off watching the Brits with full knowledge that Russel Brand was going to be a cock I was pretty damn prepared for it.
Obviously the award for biggest douche in the universe 2007 goes to the homeless Fratelli, just because you are an uncultured sloth with the whiniest scottish accent in the world does not give you permission to dress like a cross between an asbo youth and b*witched.
However honourable mention must go to Joss. If you need to be reminded of her burgeoning diva-dom then
feel free to look here. The thing that annoys me about her is that she is pulling an anti-madonna. Whereas Madge can just about pull off the american-london accent, Joss' little trip from Devon-girl to l.a. 'oh no ya di'n't be dis-respecking ma homeboy robbie williams' scene girl is something to despair.
And seriously did she really think it was a good idea to wear Mika's album artwork to the awards, sporting a do that can only be likened to Sideshow Bob's hair. Poor show Joss, as Kelly Osbourne would put it on my second favourite program 'Project Runway'- after Passions of course - "Joss you are the next fashion victim."
Plus, she fucks up with her He said, She saids. Damn Girl!
All of that aside I still adore her version of God Only Knows, that I got on my free cd from GAP when Madonna and Missy quite rightly put it "Where'd ya get dem jeans?" and they made the compilation of people's favourite songs. Indeed.