Last week's Mercurys seemed to be civilisedly uneventful but for Amy Winehouse kindly returning to form and the prize going to the brilliant Klaxons - certainly the Guardian's report of September 5 would have us believe so. But I learn matters were less pacific. Teletext's Show Spy [click here] runs a short report of a red carpet row - and now someone sends me a fuller version which I am happy to reprint here:
"There was the usual red carpet scrum, with each Klaxon talking to a different reporter. The woman from The Guardian (who was an idiot) introduced herself to bassist Jamie Reynolds, who instantly yelled along the lines of “The Guardian? You’ve got a fucking nerve talking to us after that review of our album. That twat obviously never even listened to the album.” At which point, singer James Righton – who had been talking to a reporter on the Star – broke off from his interview to join in haranguing Guardian girl.
"After a good minute of this, James turned back to the Star woman and said: “Sorry about that. I don’t mind people slagging our band off, but I expected better from the Guardian. I read it and I was gutted that they let some prick review it when he hadn’t even taken the CD out of the sleeve.”