Ah Busted. I saw you at Wembley Stadium. By myself. I sat in a row of three seats on the balcony as close to the front as the balcony allowed. I appeared to be the only person drinking. How I smiled as I handed over my three pounds for a pint of Carling in a plastic glass. And then more. And then some more. I was the tallest person in the venue, at 5″2. And possibly the oldest person who wasn’t a parent. How I loved you Busted. How I mocked you, YOU, CHARLIE, when you did your solo emo song which was k-rub. How I thought, “that will never be a single”. And now, it’s over. It’s all over. I suppose I could transfer my allegiances to McFly, but since the Popjustice BUSTED WZ ROBBED TRAVESTY I’m afraid my principles won’t allow it.

Those were the days, my friends. We thought they’d never end. We’d sing and dance… forever, and a day. We’d live the life we choose, we’d fight… and NEVER LOSE! For we were Busted fans! And we were sure (SURE!) to have our way.

What, I’ve stopped my touching tribute just to recite song lyrics by Mary Hopkins/your common or garden local drag act?

It’s a fair cop.

PS it has occured to me that a tribute to Busted should be written, to the tune of A House’s Endless Art just so we can all shout “TORY BUSTED, ARRR OII PEE”. Good old “A House”. Any Music-Ian readers reading – get on it.