I am in Morrisons, buying cake.
I have a song in my head, and being an annoying bastard, there is only one way to get it out.
"Mummy?" said the cherubic little girl as I strode past, mega-value pack of Belgian Buns in my basket, "What's that man doing?"
"That's whistling," replied yummy mummy, hiding her disappointment that the last of the Belgian Buns were disappearing down the aisle and – eventually – into me.
"That's nice," said Cherub.
"I hope the short-arse bastard chokes on 'em," and our little vignette is complete.
Today's soundtrack: Public Image Limited – This is Not a Love Song