So next year's Brit Awards extravaganza is to be hosted by Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne. Great. Don't get us wrong, we enjoyed The Osbournes as much as the next person, and we have a soft spot for addled old bumbler Ozzy (in fact one of us even used to get mistaken for him in nightclubs, despite being still in his teens at the time!) But come on, their moment has passed surely?
Unsurprisingly, the Brits tends to go best when presented by someone who is, you know, actually a presenter? Russell Brand made a reasonable fist of it last year, for example. Yeah yeah, Russell Brand, fist, we can't be bothered to think up the joke.
Shazza is a mentor on the X Factor, true, but really that's more of an acting job. And Ozzy reading an autocue? Dear Lord! Presumably ITV1 are hoping for some "controversial" swearing. Whoopee do. These days surely it would be more controversial and cutting edge to have a well-organised, professionally presented awards show where people were polite to each other and the right acts won. OK it's not rock 'n' roll but the Brits has NEVER been that.
Finally, there's something unnerving about the presenting combo of a grizzled old rocker and a woman who talks about her breasts a lot which just doesn't bode well... now what is it... we have to gaze back into the mists of time... ah, yes, that's it.
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