Some years ago when Mark North was working full time at the CFZ I used to be a rotten so and so. I would tease him unmercifully by playing unlistenable avant garde music while I worked, in the full knowledge of the fact that it would disorientate him. But there is something irresistible about playing Throbbing Gristle at ear-splitting volume to somebody who would much prefer to be listening to something a good deal more mellow and acoustic.
However, Mark will be glad to know that I have had my commeuppance. As some of you will know, Lizzy C. has been staying at the CFZ this week, and - as always - being rude about my (and I quote) "old hippy music" that I play in the office. And every time I turn my back, the most appaling collection of tunes turns up on spotify. For the first time my poor office hifi has been subjected to Take That, Cher, S Club 7 and - most horribly - dear Liz warbling along (admittedly very tunefully, and with a fair degree of accomplishment) to Kylie bloody Minogue.
Come back Mark. All is forgiven!