I would love it even more if he was singing Jersey cow.

Simply because their voices go all high and girly during the "If I never ever see you..." bit. I've got over it now, thankfully.

'I Don't Like Mondays' because I hated the video for it and in particular the section where Geldof is sat on the couch and turns to the camera to sing those words (it's set on a repeated loop which only grates even more) and then runs his hands through his hair.

It just bugged the hell out of me and I know not why.

of the Peter Sarstedt classic 'Where do you go to my lovely', because I used to live in a basement flat and the bloke above me would have enormous rows with his girlfriend, followed by the slamming of doors as she stomped out, then he would drink himself silly whilst playing that bloody song (which I used to like) over&over&over&over&over&over at top bleeding bloody volume.

Grrrr! Still makes me fume.

But then again, it IS shit.

The sax solo, the breakdown, the count-in, and the execrable piece of po-faced pop doggerel that follows: "The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive".

No it flippin' isn't; it's full of tight-lipped stressed-out ugg-boot-wearing call-centre team leaders driving their daughter's to dancing classes in profoundly unnecessary 4x4's who're too preoccupied with having a better loft extension than their next door neighbour to notice who they or anybody else really is.

And that's just the men.

Now nob off, Bruce you big fraud, before I twat you one.

had a song on Don't Give up on Me, his rather splendid come-back record of a few years ago, called "None of us are free". A good song that drives me nuts because (and how sad is this?) I am pedant of Olympic standards who believes that it should be "None of us is free" and so every time the chorus comes around, I squirm. Surely there must be a support group out there for me and my kind....

Daniel Johnston has a song called "Don't let the sun go down on your grievance" which he pronounces throughout as "grieviance". Good song, but it makes my teeth ache when he does that.

I know exactly where I'd insert said candle to extinguish it.Always reminds me of a time in this septic isle when a collective madness took over many of my fellow citizens and the GLW and I fled the country to escape the sickening outpouring of pseudo grief engendered by a rabid media over the sad demise of Di.

If you or I think it's a "great song" then how come you or I don't like it?

If it is regarded by the rest of the world as a "great song" and you or I don't like it, then our reasons are not stupid.

Terry, you immature poseur - if you do spread manure on my bed of roses they'll only grow better, you know.

It's all wrong - you've got bass and drums driving a long, but that guitar riff mirrors the bass, except with a hint of shuffle that makes it jar against the strict 4/4 of the rhythm section. It's makes it neither one thing nor the other and consequently is one of the many unresolved things in life I have to accept I can do nothing about. Aaaargh!

It was ALWAYS on the radio. I move on when I hear the opening bars. It reminds me of chilly launderettes, having no money, buses, flu and grotty student kitchens.

Then again, so does Life In A Northern Town, but I like that.

because I heard it just before going to see 'Jaws' when it first came out, aged ten. It scared the crap out of me and ever since I've always associated the song with the film. I long since got over my terror of the film but have only just regained my love for what must be one of the HJHs very best songs.

Ricky Ross sings "I'll do what I should have did".

Gramatically incorrect! From a school teacher as well!

Ending the sentence with a preposition - and by such a literary heavyweight, I can only assume it's ironically intentional:

"You had to marry someone very very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to"