...or laughing out loud to the purists.
I was on the tube this morning, and I thought I'd put in a CD (I'm still pre-iPod sadly - I'm like, so 1990s) of music. A cunning and sublime mixture of Jeff Buckley, Fiona Apple along with a naughty little bit of Led Zeppelin I tacked on the end.
I was looking forward to it.
I was shocked to discover I had inadvertantly loaded up Bill Hicks, Rant in E Minor. I let it play; I hadn't heard it in years.