Music - We've got our grubby hands on one of those music videos that the record company would rather hide - but sooner or later they all come out. It's not so much the poor production quality (see the recent leak of a Joss Stone budget corker!), but the sheer filth of this little number from Enrique Iglesias.

I say 'little', I of course mean 6ft pole...and it's golden...and there's a woman dancing around it.

Nearly naked ladies are so passe in music videos now, but the quite shocking thing here is the sexy Spaniard's seemingly constant need to, um, 'love' himself.

He begins by watching himself on tv (this isn't where the loving begins, it's not that narcissistic), flicks channels and finds some sexy Sad Eyes (a Springsteen cover) that he would like to make a whole lot 'less sad'. He drives around to find a 'worker', by passing some disappointing looking fans. Enrique takes her home, thrashes around in a bath (a little reminiscent of Showgirls) then takes her to bed as she writhes around his symbolic phallus.

But oh no, poor Enrique was only dreaming and wakes up in soiled sheets, last night's microwaved meal standing by. We've all been there Enrique...(possibly with him too).

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