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How's yr lot? Calamitous. In a word.
Anywayyy... Gah. Shania Twain is on the radio. It’s like being stabbed in the brain. She always reminds me of the time I was working in a shop, some regular customer noticed I like music and asked me what kind of music I like. So, I politely and uncontroversially said “all kinds”, to which she asked whether I like Shania. And, because it seemed to matter to her and I’m trying to be an excessively polite little till-boy, I said ‘yes’ for some reason. Cue weeks of Shania talk every time this lady comes in, culminating in me being presented with a Shania compilation tape, and all the time I’m awkwardly fielding lots of unsubtle hints about the imminence of Shania’s upcoming tour, just because I’m too polite to admit the truth of my deep, deep hatred of Shania Twain. And her music, for that matter. And all this was from a lady old enough to be my mum! Well, almost.
Sorry for the rant. Calm now. |
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