Just because you have a tune in your head all day and can’t stop humming it, does NOT mean that the song is a good one.

Just because someone served in the army in Kosovo does NOT mean that he isn’t a squeaky voiced nancy boy.

Ladies and Gentleman, I present Mr James Blunt.

Just like ColdPlay, James blunt falls into the  ‘music for bedwetters’ category.  One can only assume that he has lied about being in the Guards, and was actually in the  Queens Own Floppy Haired Guitarists whose role in Kosovo was to repel any Serbian music lovers by continuous high pitch droning played at loud volume. He is the sort of guy who arrives at a party, and immediately looks round to see if there is a guitar anywhere that he can ‘casually’ sidle up to and start playing soulful songs on in an attempt to to snaffle up any spare totty that might be drunk enough to see him as a talented tortured soul in need of a cuddle and a blow job.

Give it up, Blunty - you are not soulful, you are not macho, you are not ‘tortured’ (although some would say you should be)

I’ll tell you what you are, mate.

You’re ‘Cockney Rhyming Slang’, that’s what you are.