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Last night, Klaxons won the 2007 Nationwide Mercury Music Prize with their debut album, 'Myths of the Near Future'. A minor upset for the bookies, but considering the band have A) changed the face of indie fashion, B) created some tunes that have entered public consciousness, and C) managed to whip up live crowds into frothing frenzy, it's hardly a huge controversy.

The best part of the ceremony though was when Klaxons went up to collect the £20,000 prize. Both James Righton and Jamie Reynolds appeared to be - how shall I put it - off their f*cking nut.

Sure, it made a change from previous years when there's been lots of "OhMyGodWeDon'tBelieveThisHowDidWeWin" false modesty bollocks. But watching Reynolds try to eat the microphone whilst basically declaring his band as truly deserving of the prize was a televisual delight.

Although not as much as when the band practically cannonballed into Jo Whiley, who throughout the BBC coverage had been blanding on in her usual fashion. The only reason I didn't invent time travel, go to the future, and come back with some kind of weapon that would allow me to tazer her to a charred stub through my TV tube was because it was funny watching her having to handle an increasingly drunk Adrian Edmundson. No, I'm not sure what qualified him to pass comment on the proceedings either. By the final link he was practically slurring his words and shouting over every other talking head, in a childish LOOK AT ME fashion.

As it was, it was left to guitarist Simon Taylor-Davis to try to talk some sense while Righton deliberately dropped microphones and whooped at the gathered industry-types below, and Reynolds cried on Jools Holland. Magnificent.