Pedestrian noodle-rockers, Pink Floyd, are going to stop bickering pointlessly with each other just long enough to play some music together because, clearly, someone in the ranks is feeling the pinch of a giant mortgage payment.

That, or they’re just too needy for huge amounts of cloying sycophancy which will inevitably greet each week-long guitar solo and muted fart they do.

So what’s the craic then?

Well, the surviving members of the band (aka, those that didn’t get literally bored to death by the Pink Floyd back catalogue) are looking likely to get together again for the London 2012 Olympics in some way.

Of course, they last did something like this when they were upstaged by Snoop Dogg at Live 8 in 2005.

An insider told the Daily Express newspaper:

“Its long been made clear it would take something very special to get Pink Floyd back together again and it doesn’t get any bigger than the Olympics.”

“Like Sir Paul [McCartney, who is tipped to open the event], they have been a major part of the nation’s culture over the past 40 years and it will be very fitting that they’re involved when London is on show to the world. It’s hoped everything can be confirmed in the coming weeks.”

Of course, not one bit of this story matters because, as we all know, whether Pink Floyd got back together or not, they can do absolutely no wrong in the eyes of their awful, awful fans.

Besides, those awful, awful fans will already know all about this because they’ve done nothing but read Pink Floyd forums for their ENTIRE, DREARY LIVES.

Either way, nice to know that these Olympics will showcase how great England is by not getting a new band to play in favour of a bunch of old men who can’t stand each other.

The Fresh Prince of Bel Air was the platform that launched Will Smith’s career and introduced an entire generation to the high-top fade and the fashion miracle that is a blazer that’s been turned inside out.

The show ended 15 years ago (and has subsequently been repeated more times than Friends) but one of the shows former stars, Tatyana Ali, who played Will’s cousin Ashley Banks, has confirmed that the original cast are in talks about doing a reunion.

We can’t help but wonder which Aunt Viv they’ll bring back though.

Now that everyone is a bit older, the classic opening title sequence might not seem as relevant, so we here at hecklerspray have taken it upon ourselves to pen a new set of lyrics to the Fresh Prince theme.

Now this is a story all about how,
Will Smith’s movie career turned upside down,
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there,
We’ll use a cheap joke to tell you how he’s returning to Bel-Air.

In West Philadelphia born and raised,
In films like Ali was where Will spent most of his days,
Commanding massive box office, relaxing all cool,
Getting nominated for Oscars, he wasn’t no fool.

Then a couple of guys, thought it’d be a stitch,
To cast Big Willy in Hancock and Hitch,
The films bombed hard and his agent got scared,
And said, “we’re going to have to bring back the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.”

The whole gang is back, despite all our fears,
That this is just an attempt to save their flagging careers,
If anything we think it just isn’t fair,
To ruin the memory of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

So pull up a chair, sit back and await,
For middle aged Will to shout, “Yo Homes, Smell ya later!”
Will Smith’s about to learn, to his despair,
That he will never escape the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

At least it’s better than the Wild Wild West theme.

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Last night at the O2 arena in London, something momentous happened – a bunch old men played some old songs and everyone wet themselves.

We're talking about Led Zeppelin, of course – last night marked the long-awaited, obscenely-anticipated, ticket website-melting Led Zeppelin comeback at the O2. But even though the band is now made up of Michael Winner, a curly-haired toby jug, a bank manager and someone's son, could Led Zeppelin match the hype? We've got a round-up of some of the best Led Zeppelin reviews from last night for you, saving you the trouble of wading through the foaming avalanche yourself.

Warning: the following article contains the phrase "Page dispensed powerchords like an aged Thor lobbing down thunderbolts for kicks." Seriously.

By now you know all the facts about Led Zeppelin's live return. 22 years after they buggered up a comeback at Live Aid – although it's easier to just blame Phil Collins for that one, like we tend to do for everything – Led Zeppelin decided reform for one concert as a tribute to their dead record label boss. It was a risk – not only were Led Zeppelin opening themselves up to criticism about everything from their age to the way that all their songs go on for eight hours, but also it'd mean they'd fall behind in their sideline of bitching about merchandise websites a lot.  

But last night Led Zeppelin got to show if they still had it in front of a tiny slice of the 170 trillion people who attempted to buy tickets for their comeback show. Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones and John Bonham's son Jason – whose father wasn't able to attend because it'd mean he'd miss Dragon's Den – turned up at the O2 arena in London to show what we could do. We weren't there, obviously, but that doesn't mean we can't see what everyone else thought of the Led Zeppelin comeback.

Alexis Petridis of The Guardian wrote: "The riff that powers In My Time Of Dying is authentically churning and queasy, Ramble On sounds not like a song that's been brought out of mothballs for a benefit concert but wrigglingly, obscenely alive; Trampled Underfoot's conjunction of jittering funk and squealing, metallic guitar seems more bizarre and beguiling than ever."

Ben Ratliff of The New York Times wrote: "Mr. Plant — the youngest of the original members, at 59 — doesn’t walk and gesture like an excited woman anymore. Some of the top of his voice has gone, but except for one attempted and failed high note in “Stairway to Heaven” (“there walks a la-dy we all know{hellip}”), he found other melodic routes to suit him."

David Cheal from The Telegraph wrote: "Then it got better still: Black Dog. Byzantine riff, pulverising drums, hollering vocals. Magic. And no sign of Jimmy Page's finger injury that had caused the gig to be delayed. 'Good evening,' said Plant."

And finally, since we promised, here's what Pete Paphides from The Times wrote: "Plant’s quick kick to the base of his mike stand sent it flying up into the path of his hand. Page dispensed powerchords like an aged Thor lobbing down thunderbolts for kicks. It had been good before, but something of the devil seemed to get hold of them at this point. Now sans shades, Page launched into a filthy seam of swamp guitar, from which a magnificent In My Time of Dying swelled to epic proportions."

Sounded good, but can those critics say that they've witnessed the monolithic rock spectacle of Chico from X Factor performing at Skegness Butlins? No, no they can't.

Now the biggest question is about the future of Led Zeppelin. Will they go on a world tour like that bloke from The Cult said? Or will they stick to their original story about only doing one show to honour the memory of Ahmet Artegun? Fingers crossed for the first one – because we get the feeling that a reformed Led Zeppelin could be one of the biggest live draws of all time. 

At least until Boyzone get their act together and start doing some shows, anyway.