I used to be a very naughty boy,
and very naughty boys who get caught go and stay at one of the Queens special hotels. I got caught, and spent 93 days in two Cat B prisons.

3 weeks in to my little holiday, I got moved into a new "pad", and my cellmate had a radio.

We had the radio on from 8 in the morning when we had to get breakfast, through till 1 or 2 in the morning.

When you listen to the radio for that long, you invariably hear the same song over and over again.

So, ten times a day, for 70 days, I heard Robbie Williams sing Angels. Also, Natalie Imbruglia/Torn, and the Verve/The drugs dont work.

Hearing any of the above inspires a pavlovian reaction where I forget how to open doors.

The lesson? Be good, or the Queen may make you listen to the same song 700+ times. Could you take that quantity of "The Climb"?
( Dr Nick Riviera, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 13:25, 3 replies)

You do know you can re-tune radios to other stations?
Bear it in mind on your next holiday.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Sun 31 Jan 2010, 16:24, closed)

I feel your pain
After a couple of major life upsets a few years ago I took a nice quiet job at a gym.

I will always remember hearing Enrique Iglesias' 'Hero' blaring out as I cleaned the 30th toilet of the day, thinking, this is my life now...

I couldn't change the channel either.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 19:04, closed)

I know what you mean...
About forgetting how to open doors.

And I still feel the need to 'drop the kids off' at 6.30 every morning...
( snee held his breath since, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 12:26, closed)