The beautiful FMA and I often have conversations about the subject, she thinks I listen to the most horrendous rubbish, I like to think I have eclectic tastes.
Anyway, I heard a song on the radio when I was out in the car the other day - "Ray Charles" by Chiddy Bang. It was playing, the sun was shining and it put me in a great mood. What more could a chap ask for?
I listened to it on my iphone today - clearly this version is not the radio edit. It's a weird thing, I know what the swearwords are on the version that's broadcast friendly (the editing really does a laughably crap job of disguising the effing and jeffing), but at least they made the effort. Every time he swears on this version I wince.
Oh dear god. Seeing the benefits of a bit of censorship.
Pass the Basildon Bond Marjory, I feel a stiffly-worded letter to his management team coming on.
Colonel Stanley Thrumpton-Smythe (retired).