SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Recently my old radio went on the blink, as I tried to re tune it I came across Radio One but the noises emanating from the station were worse than the static.

From what I could make out of the aural torture were young women screeching and moaning as if they had something trapped, there were other noises too which had been described I thought and rightly so as crap but turned out to be Rap.

If you happened to pass some sort of mental institution on the night of the full moon then this is the sort of sound you may expect to hear.

If anyone should suggest that I am a miserable git then so be it but I really do worry about the taste of some of our young people.

A recent incident seems to sum it all up, I went into well-known store and as I walked through the door I was met by an incoherent racket of so called popular music and all the staff were jigging around as if they were suffering a severe case of worms. I asked a young assistant if they had any Vivaldi, she said I don’t think we do that make!

I rest my case.