Bit of a pearoast, but...
Once had my (now long dead) batty great aunt Dorothy to stay. For a month.

She'd never done a stroke of work in her life, and everybody else in the whole world - particularly those in the service industries or the entertainment business was either "Common", a "Jew", or both. Watching TV with her was an education to say the least.

So... sat through an episode of poor, dead Top of the Pops one Thursday evening, back in the days when it was good. She sat tight-lipped and seething through any number of soul artists and (my memory might be playing tricks here) "Babylon's Burning" by The Ruts, but one thing happened that made her explode in anger.

It was Orchestral Maneouvres in the Dark. Limp, somewhat fey OMD, doing some soppy number from their latest long-player.

"Look!" shouted Aunt Dorothy pointing at poor, not dead Andy McCluskey, "Look at him!"

"What? What is it?"

"It's a disgrace! His shirt tails are hanging out! No wonder this country's going to the dogs!"

And she was right. Fifteen years later he gave us Atomic bloody Kitten.

Shooting's too good etc etc etc...
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