We hear things retrospectively when we have understood them - Marcel Proust
Us foodies would prefer good old fashioned beef dripping. And then with an added turn or two on the spit where the music is amplified.
Demetrius - yum yum.
In the long lost Co-op/Leo's, they'd play Capital FM, which was nicer.In the local Woolies, the lads and lasses at the CD counter could choose what to play, including White Stripes when they felt like it (for which I went up and congratulated them).Another highlight was when they played "Who the bleep is Alice?" and I overheard a little lad singing along, only he sang "fuck" in the right place. Don't miss a trick, these youngsters.
Mark - I find it grates whether I like it or not - there is just too much of it for me.
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