The trouble with Sam Smith
Imagine the scene. An ante room in a horribly opulent Beverly Hills hotel. There are gaudy flower arrangements and vomit-print furnishings as far as the eye can see. And in the very middle of it, stands Sam Smith, convincing his management that he can go on camera and not make a fool of himself. "This time I'll be different," he says. “I can do this. I'll just say thank you to my mum and my dead childhood pets and I’ll leave the podium – I promise.” A flunky will smooth...