I really don't want to live my life begrudging Rupert Everett anything, but I'm afraid he's the one mainly responsible for the renaissance of popularity behind the grating Dionne Warwick hit “I Say A Little Prayer”. A friend recently purchased an unusually long-limbed teddy bear clad in a ladies hat and a tank top emblazoned with the phrase 'Grandma's Favorite' (at Mohegan Sun, no less) that, upon squeeze, 'sang' it which didn't help matters in terms of my angry feelings towards this obnoxious song.
I know it may seem like an odd one to feel passionately hateful towards, especially since I'm no hater of Warwick or Burt Bacharach, but there you have it.