Most disgusting moment on the documentary celebrating the making of the first Band Aid single was that unhygienic sex mad monkey Sting feeding pug faced Phil Collins half of his biscuit then popping the remainder in his own mouth. Little pug Phil licked the geordie warbler's fingers and drooled spittle down his arm, a selfconscious gesture of love and odedience in front of an unflinching camera.

On the single, Phil played his drums loud and Sting did fuck all like most of the self obsessed arseholes in the studio that day.

And people bought the cretinous piece of shit in their millions. Just think how much a decent song would have raised.