So I went into a charity shop and ended up buying a Coldplay CD. Parachutes, if you're interested.
Yes, I know, I know, I'll be punished for my crimes, but hear me out.
I was just pottering about after having a haircut, and decided to give the books and CDs a quick peruse. I hadn't been there a minute before Angry Doctors' Receptionist Woman walked in, looking angry.
Angry Doctors' Receptionist Woman is a one-woman reign of terror, guarding the portal to Dr Spaceman's consulting room with the kind of fury that makes grown men weep.
I tried to flee, but felt I should at least make some sort of purchase lest I appear rude, and grabbed two likely CDs. The Verve's Urban Hymns, and - God help me - Parachutes.
I think of it less of an ill-advised purchase, more of a charitable donation.
So why did I listen to it then?
Trouble: The theme tune to a million heartbreaking TV adverts for charities that are shown during Countdown. Now it's a drinks mat.