Oh Geri, Geri, Geri. How did it all go so wrong? Why did you have to leave the Spice Girls when you were on top of the (Spice) world? That was really the beginning of the end, wasn't it? Now look at you, singing song after song of adult contemporary radio fodder, sounding like something between a poor man's Kylie and a poor woman's Madonna. Your soulless electro-disco grooves aren't fooling anyone, nor are your ballads of schmaltzy drivel or your bizarre stabs at jazz and show tunes. Please, Geri, please reunite with the Spice Girls. We don't need this.