Damn kids

23rd May 2017 by  in Daily Digest

I mentioned my plan to fight old-fartism with new music to Number Two Son. This was a mistake.

He gave me a load of stuff to listen to. It was – without exception – utter rubbish. Scandinavian heavy metal. It was like being strapped down inside a foundry, with your head inside a tin dustbin, while a cross man shouts, growls and howls at you. And his mates hit the bin with hammers.

I had also mentioned this to Number One Son. He presented me with a CD of Andy Williams’ Greatest Hits and a Post-It Note saying “stop fighting it, grandad”.

Damn kids.

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