Shane Croucher

You have to question the intelligence of a man willing to prance about without irony in front of a giant stack of letters that spell out “THICKE”.

Yes mate, you are a bit. I am, of course, referring to the middle-aged slime merchant Robin Thicke, who has haunted 2013 like a giant poltergeist phallus.

Slightly off-piste from my usual area of business and the economy, but as it’s Christmas here’s a diatribe on that God-awful moron Robin Thicke.