Sitting in the pub window watching the world go by, about eleven on Saturday night. A man dressed with a silver foil wrapped box on his head on which a number of rectangles with words are arranged stops. He is “Gerd Box” the human juke box, and will sing any song from his selection. They are all heavy metal classics. There are no instruments involved; and he can’t sing.

What follows ends up with most of the bar singing acapella a song whose chorus is “loving you is like loving the dead”. I have money of this being a Bauhaus song, but who knows? The gun club may even have approved.