Horrible songs for buskers to ruin everyone's day

MAKING c*ck-all money busking so want to take revenge on everyone on your high street instead? Try these numbers: 

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

A miserable dirge beloved of TV talent shows and nobody else but it makes you feel like you’re baring your soul and nothing is surer to make Britons uncomfortable. Nasally howl at top volume and you’ll have office workers shuddering at the memory all day.

Valerie by the Zutons

Amy Winehouse was a genius vocalist who made a middling indie number into a classic. You’ll have people stopping in the street, listening intently, trying to work out what song it is even when you’re on the chorus. They’ll hate themselves when they realise.

Killing in the Name Of by Rage Against The Machine

Tricky to perform if all you’ve got is a penny whistle and a shaky egg, but does allow you to swear repeatedly and enjoy the looks on the faces of parents and old people. As Christmas number one in 2009 it’s technically a seasonal favourite and should earn you loads in the run-in.

Anything by Ed Sheeran

Perfect for busking but will raise hackles across the shopping centre as everyone wonders if it’s actually Ed, if they’re secretly being filmed and if James Corden is suddenly going to pop out of the shadows and try to dance with them or some sh*t.

Wonderwall by Oasis

No one, apart from p*ssed-up 40-something blokes at music festivals and Liam Gallagher, ever wants to hear Wonderwall ever, ever again. Guaranteed to make everyone feel utterly depressed.

Seven reasons to never buy The Sun

THE Sun is Britain’s favourite race-hate tabloid that acts like we’re constantly at war, but it’s a mistake to ever read it. Here are seven reasons why: 

It hates you

If you are an average Sun reader, the newspaper hates you. It hates your working-class house in your working-class town and your pathetic working-class aspirations. Its editors are rich twats who hang out with posh Tories. They only patronise you because they want to control what you think.

It lies to you

Hillsborough, phone-hacking, Freddie Starr’s hamster and Elton John’s rent boys; the Sun lies to you all the time, doesn’t even bother pretending otherwise and laughs at you for believing it.

It makes you stupid

It’s all simple solutions in the Sun. One side are entirely wrong and the other side are unquestionably right. Try applying this logic at work, where Brian might be a utter dick but is vital to the running of the place, and it collapses immediately.

It doesn’t even have boobs in anymore

Sexist, outdated and inappropriate it may have been, but at least when you bought the Sun you used to be guaranteed a pretty young lady with impressive bosoms. Now you just get some actress in her bikini you could have already seen on Instagram if you’d wanted to.

Football transfer news is online now

Back when, you had to buy the Sun to find out all the details of Manchester United’s summer-long pursuit of Wayne Rooney. Now it’s on your phone. The loss of headlines like MANCHESTER ROONITED is a small price to pay.

Dear Deirdre isn’t even trying to solve your problems

She’s just using them as an excuse to show models in underwear frowning at the camera while thought bubbles puzzle over sexy relationship issues nobody has ever had. Your problems are a f**king joke to her.

Rupert Murdoch is Satan

Sun owner Rupert Murdoch is the manifestation of the Devil on Earth and works tirelessly to make it into hell. Our politicians are merely his servants. He brought us Thatcher, Blair, Brexit and the Premier League.