There have been a couple of musical collaborations throughout the course of history that have stunk of poo.
Sometimes there are two things you’d never imagine recording together to see how it sounds. Cats and pencil sharpeners, dogs and electricity and small children and small pieces of glass will all have dire consequences.
But what happens when something we all know will be utter rubbish comes together? Pending crapness is the answer. Just ask Rolf Harris and that Hollie Steel girl from Britain’s Got Talent who kept on crying.
Here’s part two of our week-long Britain’s Got Talent excito-jam. Why only a week long? Because Britain’s Got Talent is rubbish. Duh.
