For the record, there was no post yesterday not out of any respect for the dead Royal, but because I couldn’t be arsed with writing one.
And here we are and I feel I’m expected to say something controversial.
I like Miley Cyrus.
She’s a popstar who really seems to be flourishing on her own terms to me: when she isn’t appearing in particularly brilliant episodes of the already-brilliant Black Mirror, she’s making albums with The Flaming Lips, performing blindingly great sets at Glastonbury (remember Glastonbury?) – ok, she loses several million credibility points by getting her Dad up on stage too and thereby reminding us of the line-dancing monstrosity he was responsible for – she’s releasing really quite wonderful stuff like this: