PLAN B SHOULD FORGET PLAN A

SAW Plan B last night and loved the first half of  his show when he worked through the Strickland Banks stuff.

Ben Drew is a great soul singer and we are lucky to have him here in the UK.

But the second part of the show highlighted Ben's achilles heel.

He thinks he is a world-class rapper along the lines of Eminem. But he ain't, which the Ill Manors second section proved.

I am told that Ben believes he is a rapper first and a soul singer second  - and that he is happy to do the soul stuff as its success enables him to also push the rapping down our throats.

But the rapping didn't work. Ben gets muddled and tangled up when he resorts to it. He is famed for helping out disadvantaged kids in his spare time, encouraging them to seek a better way of life and not to follow a path that leads to booze, drugs, violence and despair.

Yet here he was, drumming up the rowdier section of the audience into a frenzy with backdrop scenes of kids stealing from shops as London burned and singing, 'What you looking at posh boy' with a growling vengeance.

Forget Plan A...the rapping, Ben. Stick to Plan B, the soul - you have nothing to prove, mate. You are a great bloke, a great actor and a great soul singer and we love you for all those attributes.