To want to inform shop proprietors that if they hadn't played James Blunt over their PA I would have dropped a lot of money in their establishment but they had their chance and muffed it on account of HIDEOUS musical taste?

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That stuff makes me go postal worker. The bookshop I was just in had a VERY lucky escape.

YANBU sounds like pure torture of the ear drums. report them to H&S

YAB totally R. They don't deserve your custom - and this in times of credit crunch as well; you'd think they'd try a bit harder.

I walk out of anywhere that is playing Coldplay.

yeah

I regularly have to vacate Woolworths in Brixton in a hurry because the music, and volume, are clearly chosen by 17 yo shop assistants with no other retail sklls..and some of it is deeply unsuitable for children too. But all that's to be expected.

But music in a BOOKSHOP?

Ha! I bet it is highly unsuitable.

How is Brixton these days?

I liked his Sesame Street appearance.

You're absolutely right. There are several reasons to not get on with Cap'n Blunty

1. He's very wet (this is the problem more than being posh per se)
2. He thinks he's James Bond. Check those frequent photo opps with sexy ladies
3. His 'limp mop' hair and tiny eyes
4. His calculating music, he write funeral songs, knowing exactly what he is doing, I think
5. Oh and he's commercially successful. Most English people hate success of course.

I like him because he doesn't take himself seriously! (And anyway I always like posh boys).

Saw him live. He was good. Better than Bjork (the only other live act I've seen recently).

John Otway is my favourite live act though....

I work in a bookshop. Boss insists on very dull classical music, often cello, because Waterstones had that when he used to work there. When he goes out I turn on the radio, to something 'improving'. I moved supermarkets to avoid James Blunt CD.

You know, The French blardy love Blunty.

think I will start liking him as well.

ah yes that sounds like the Number 3
many many many years ago when one could still chuff on the top deck a colossal rasta man turned round to me puffing on my silk cut and shone me a glaring grin and asked me for a fag. He then rolled an equally colossal doobie and kept it all to himself.

yes you are right about the calculating element of JC, he does write funeral songs and it's simply not right

aaah, I used to get the no 3 when it stopped at the end of my road - I always thought it was a slightly posh route as it went through Herne Hill and alswys had a lot of very clean German tourists aboard from the campsite at Crystal Palace.

But there was a big fracas one night because some lads grabbed a carrier bag of firewoks from beside someone else as they ran off the bus...

But then there was always the father and 5 year-old son singing along to dad's music system, 'P-U-S-S-Y wid' the tight needle eye...' all the way from the Lido to Kennington...and the man who used to get on and preach on the top deck....he wore an immaculate suit with bible tracts embroidered across the back of the jacket.

There is nothing wrong with him except for the need of a shower. Why does his hair always look so greasy??