Ah, we’re back in 2006. Thank God. Apparently, Plan B’s mum really was going out with a crack addict for a while, which must have compromised those breakfast table chats to a young Plan B. Imagine lecturing your son about, I dunno, cider drinking while your boyfriend is sitting next to you with his face buried in a fuming Pepsi can, groaning in quiet ecstasy. That would surely be horrific enough to get anybody singing the refrain from ‘I Can’t Go For That’ by Hall & Oates while strumming an acoustic guitar, angrily.
