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Charlie Sheen takes a moment from dominating life itself to cast his superhuman ears over the new Adele album

Hi I’m THE Charlie Sheen and I’m here to tell you about a couple things. Are you sitting comfortably? Of course you are; you’re a member of the pale drifting world of the ‘normal’, your very being is a metaphor for safety and caution and fear and apathy – you’re the untermensch, a glorified fungus with less radical ideas per lifetime than a retarded sea cucumber. I soar majestically above your idle posture and safe government-approved entertainment choices, like a shaolin robotic eagle of the future riding a cosmic mercury surfboard on a tsunami so big it makes what happened in Japan look like a fart in a child’s pathetic paddling pool.

London Mayor (and Oxford classics graduate) Boris Johnson tackles the latest LP by Cambridge UK hip-hop outfit Delegates of Culture.

James Corden tackles a collaboration LP between Norwegian noise overlord Lasse Marhaug and gauche Swedish-Israeli musician Dror Feiler, out now on No Fun.

Top Chumps: Sloaner
It can be easy to forget that very, very posh people still exist in London. Unless you spend a significant amount of time in the more well-to-do parts of west London you're unlikely to see these frothing thoroughbreds swanning about. When you spot one it's hard not to find yourself transfixed by every facet of their being. They appear frighteningly naive and cut off from the rest of the world; they're so well-spoken and nasal it's hard to fully understand what they're saying; and they're trapped in their own very traditional little fashion bubble, which hasn't progressed one jot in at least the last three decades. Made in Chelsea, for me,… Read more