There aren't the words for how much I adore this

In most Britpop histories they probably don't even manage so much as a footnote but I think this is rather unfairly ignored:

Pretty and relentless at the same time, a rare but brilliant combination, IMO.

Forget Peter Kay and Amarillo, THIS was the true rebirth of Tony Christie. Mmm, thunderous.

After the stormin' success of the Grandaddy post (8 ups! Ambasshadors, you are shurely shpoiling etc), I may make this a nightly series unless/until anybody intervenes.

So, today oi 'ave mowstly been remembrin' an' enjoiyn' this:

All together now, "sh-sh-shhh, sh-sh-shhh"...

...and quickly remembered when I found myself whistling this whilst attempting to cook "sausage bombs" (don't ask, it will take many man hours to repair the damage).

Grand, ain't it?

This goes out to anyone who is either a) suffering from the above or b) on leave but frantically cramming head with difficult, obscure and highly technical knowledge for really rather important job interview type stuff tomorrow.

Hopefully, this will cure all our ills.

Perfect for a sunny Sunday morning at IJ84 Towers. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do!

(why yes, I am both white and middle-class. Deal with)