Residential street but there's two student HMOs close to each other, and they seem really pally with each other this year. Loud, boorish, vanilla wankers. Problem with earplugs is I've had both ear infections and missed alarms as a result of them in the past, so I do this reluctantly.

I’m going to buy some today. I tried knocking round just now to talk to them, but perhaps unsurprisingly they don’t want to come to the door.

His eighties career did have a tint of Soviet TV light entertainment to it, I suppose.

Similar to that "do you recognise this pattern from the 80s?" thing that went viral a few years back.

Yes, instead of just screaming and howling about ladies while tumbling down stairs.

It's fascinating but not in any way likeable or enjoyable for me. When it pops up on the radio it's instantly recognisable, though.

There's a lot going on, but it's very scenery-chewing, especially that 'tumbling down the stairs' rhythm you get during 'it's the... hardest thing to TAAAAAKE!'. Like Tommy Wiseau's "The Room" in song form.

There's something really pleasing and involving about the arrangements for "Name Of The Game" - there's always a little twist or change just around the corner.

"Moving to the Mull of Kintyre with Thelma! You've lost touch with your roots bonnie lad!"

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The Lord David Dundas of the 90s and 00s!

It won't amaze anyone to learn that men absolutely loved it and responded enthusiastically while a lot of women were repulsed. #totp