Anyone else think Chris Martin is gradually turning into Marti Pellow? Or is nobody else old enough to bear the cross of remembering Wet Wet Wet? If you need to be told, the latter were a cheesy Scottish pop group fronted by the pretty boy Mr Pellow, who made a career out of pouting, gurning and tossing his carefully tousled locks for the Laydeez. Many of whom were sufficiently taken in to provide Marti and the boys with a very substantial income, for a while.
And now it seems the diffident young man who warbled "Yellow" is heading the same way, his amour propre presumably buoyed up by being shacked up with a Hollywood starlet. Designer stubble, writhing for the camera, pouting and gurning. "Look laydeez, I'm a rock god". Oh well, it must be tempting...
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