This morning at the far too early hour of eight o’clock I heard a car blasting out the sort of music that makes you feel old as you don’t recognise it or understand its appeal.
It’s this song, as it turns out. Please don’t feel obliged up hit play.
Ridiculous I thought that the driver should be so inconsiderate as to wind his windows down and fill the air with noise so early on a Saturday morning, with clearly no consideration for anyone else.
‘Idiot’ was one of the politer words than ran through my head as my morning coffee was interrupted.
What is it with people?
I assumed the culprit was some young lad who had just passed his driving test, out driving his new car while the roads were still relatively quiet.
I now need to apologise to young men in cars everywhere. It wasn’t a young lad. It was my nine-year-old daughter blasting out music in her bedroom for the very first time.
She doesn’t have a CD player or an ipod, or any music-playing device, so it didn’t make any sense. It turns out all you need is an internet connection and YouTube. How times have changed.
So for the very first time I found myself shouting the words: Turn the music down!
And so it begins …