Who else has to endure annoying background 'muzak' in their place of work? I hear the faint strains of Radio 1 wafting across the filing cabinets every fekkin' day. If I hear that fekkin' annoying xylophone from the latest Lilly fekkin' Allen song anymore I am going to stride over and insert the radio into the nearest arse of the nearest accounts/hr/whatever arses they are over there. arse.



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