Went to Wandsworth to have a browse round the 'mall', and while in Tiger,contemplating nail brushes, was assaulted by the most horrendously sickening piped-in cover of MR BOJANGLES (Not one of my great favourites to start with-) that could ever be conceived of. It totally earwormed me, and I can still hear that bloke's sickly sweet voice, the dirgelike tempo, etc. Yahhhhh! I often feel sorry for people who have to work with stuff like that being blasted at them all day. Oh well, it wasn't Christmas music, at least. In a triumph of optimism over experience and common sense, I bought a half price pop-up mosquito net.