Now you have a legitimate reason to hate Brian McFadden...

Everyone hates Brian McFadden. Don't they? Well if you don't, you're in denial. But it's the kind of hate that's borne of... nothing. It's not vicious or violent or blood-boiling, rageful hate. It's just sort of: why do you exist, no one asked you to make a song, go away, hate.

Even when Brian McFadden was briefly successful as a solo musician and his single about cups of English tea and being, like, totally a normal, normal family man and not a glamour and pap-(that's pap as in paparazzi, not as in pap smear)-obsessed famous (sorry did Kate Winslet write the lyrics?), he was still genuinely regarded with a snort of derision by most people with a working, functioning brain (we don't actually remember how he was regarded because we were about 12 at the time, so we're making this up).

So now you actually have a legitimate reason to hate him because he's gone and done a banjo-and-leftover-Usher-beats song about how supposedly 'great' date rape is. How fucking awful and despicable. If it's a publicity stunt, that makes it even worse, somehow. Just go away, you tall glass of sewage water, go away.