Listening to radio 2 (I know that might be U) and realise I want to kill all the young whiney floppy voice young men singing their pukey love songs. James Arthur et al. I'll bring you breakfast and stroke your hair and all that shit. I know I'm fifty and would have fallen massively for it when i was thirteen but now i cant bear these awful shmultly love songs. AIBU. Dont care if I am.