Travelling to work by tube this week, the music was blaring from someone's iPod so loud that not only could I hear what tune it was, I could make out every word. I even started tapping my foot in time to the music as a smile spread on my face.
My fella looked at the bloke whose music was, er, brightening up the carriage.
"Strange," he said. "He doesn't look much like a Kylie fan."
"Neither do you," I reminded him.