SNUG Ode to the day (WEA) Kids, bless their little cotton handcuffs, see the bright side of everything. And so we find chief Snuggler James Deane (sadly not a resident of Bradford) collapsed amid the wreckage of teenagerdom after his life-long sweetheart wouldn't let him use tongues or something. But is he morose? Is he downhearted? He is not. "Every day/My life is falling apart!" he yells as if he's just completed the final stage of Tomb Raider and bounds into a jubilant future of pogo-pop madness with his heart on his sleeve and a mouthful of Super Symposium pills. Mark Beaumont