James Blunt is officially the only recording artist in history to write and record a song that actually, genuinely, made me wish I was dead. That's not a typically exaggerated way of saying that I didn't like it - no, it actually hoovered up every shred of my will to live.
So... there I was, in my colleague's car, going home from work one summer's day. It was a lovely day, we had the windows down, chatting and having a laugh, fresh from a really good day at work where everything had gone absolutely brilliantly. Then, on the radio, appears 'Goodbye My Lover'. Within a minute, the mood had changed from upbeat to silence, and then to complete misery.
I bloody hate James Blunt.