Poor Howard Brown. Forced into plugging his bosses wares, now they're turning him into Barry White. Howard, the fella off the Halifax adverts, is releasing a version of You're the First, the Last, My Everything on March 7. Sadly, I won't be able to purchase a copy on the day as I'll be in Hong Kong drinking Tsingtao, going crazy for Dim Sum and buying counterfeit electrical goods. All money from the single will go to the NSPCC, which is to be applauded. But I do fear for Mr Brown's sanity. From bank manager to a contemporary version of the court jester. As the Observer pointed out a while back, Brown is "a kind of celebrity". Surely that's the worst kind of celebrity you can be?
Reading: Ryu Murakami - In the Miso Soup. Listening: AC/DC - High Voltage. Watching: Filthy, Rich and Catflap. Far from entertaining: The Baftas
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