In this A-list fatigue, One Direction are just the latest examples of the second paradox of pop, that the more you get of stardom's sweet dream, the less you start to want. Just ask Brian McFadden. Or Brian Wilson. Or the Backstreet Boys. Or The Beatles. It may be strange, but 'twas ever thus. So what can we learn from this? That these four young lads would rather risk future failure on their own than continue as a record-breaking ensemble. That we should probably listen to rumours about bands splitting up, as they invariably come true.
What about the women who have been, are or will be on the receiving end of domestic violence? Do you think they will wholeheartedly support the choice you made - and the message you are sending out to them, Rita?
I grew up in a tough area in Newcastle. I saw drug and alcohol abuse, crime and poverty. I also saw how the lack of role models meant that many of my friends felt they had nowhere to turn. It's easy to see why so many people I knew didn't do well at school and ended up mixing with the wrong crowd and heading down the wrong path to a life of unemployment and sometimes even drugs. It's scary to see that this is still happening... In the middle of all the headlines announcing 'record results', we mustn't forget those who are waking up today, who didn't get the results they so desperately wanted.
Many lazy news teams this fortnight have stuck to their agenda that NWA are the anti-Christ because they called women bitches and hoes. I'm not a huge fan of men demeaning women, but now even women are taking possession of this slanguage and it's taking on a life of its own...
When I recently interviewed Reggae Reggae sauce entrepreneur Levi Roots on Mi-Soul Radio he reflected on what life was like being a Rastafarian, living in Brixton which inspired him to release his latest album 'Rise Above'.
We've got to face facts: we're living in a brave new world of free-flowing information, and age restrictions or movie-style ratings simply won't keep our children away from inappropriate materials. If anything, these hollow forms of censorship only delay serious parental conversations that are just plain inevitable.
One morning, confronted by an ankle the size of an angry pineapple, I walked myself to the doctors around the corner, taking almost an hour to cover the 500 yards. On arrival, I was rushed to hospital in an ambulance. So began the first of many, many long term stays in wards and treatment units.
Bands there were aplenty of all the metal genres you could throw a stick carved to look like a skull at. Admittedly, pre-arrival the line-up felt a little odd in places - mainly because you could read the logos of the headliners.
For those of you unfamiliar with the band Psapp, you might know them from their Grey's Anatomy theme song "Cosy In The Rocket" which kinda put them on the map of the mainstream (whether you knew it was Psapp or not).
With his hardcore background and hard-gigging work ethic, Turner is the antithesis of the blog-hyped indie darling and is amusing when rattled, "It was kind of irritating when some arsehole would announce rock music was dead but now it's particularly stupid."
Despite being yet one more Rolling Stones book in a sea of Rolling Stones books, 'Rollaresque' is definitely a one-off.
To jump to the conclusion that it's all down to market forces - that young people just don't want to go to clubs anymore - is ill-informed and misleading. Legendary London venues such as Turnmills, The Cross, Cable, The End and more all closed due to the effects of gentrification and the siren call of property developers - not lack of demand.
Even I was taken aback by Eminem's verse where he says the following little beauty; "Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none/I even make the bitches I rape cum." Yep. A grown man in 2015 said these words.
It may be a cliche, but I believe the best things in life ARE free and are about experiences, not shoes, cars or contouring make up. In this world, unfortunately, we are rarely reminded of how much goodness there is around us just for the taking - the balance is completely skewed.
Though the nature of gigs themselves may encourage freedom in behaviour and nature - all together in one big, euphoric, often dark setting, crammed in tight and sweaty - it does not make it acceptable to grope, grab or act in any other threatening way towards a woman without her consent.
A combination of legal, licensing, costs and trading issues has resulted in the outcome that running a grassroots music venue in the UK is economically non-viable. We need to make it viable or we will lose it.