The gentleman here at hecklerspray love Adele. We love the thought of spending an afternoon in some Camden beer-garden with her, marvelling at her ability to sink pints of London Pride in a one-er, belch like Brian Blessed, un-selfconsciously wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, chain-smoke and swear like a sailor. She's our kind of lady.
What we don't love the thought of is having to listen to her sing any of her songs ever again.
So, news that doctors have ordered her to stick a long-overdue cork in her whine have been met with a collective sigh of relief. There's only so often you can listen to a lass caterwauling about some fella who ?done left her and that? without feeling the need to stab yourself in the eye just to have something more interesting to think about.