My missus buys RED magazine, a reasonably successful ladies' magazine in the U.K (http://www.redmagazine.co.uk), and she showed me the editorial, the first part is as follows:
"Welcome to Red - Editorial by Trish Halpin
Many, many years ago I vowed to myself never to be the kind of grown-up who hasn't a clue what song is at number one or who shouts 'Call that racket music?' at the TV while watching Top Of The Pops (R.I.P). It was a friend's dad's verbal abuse of Morrissey gyrating on stage with a bunch of gladioli in his back pocket that set me off. How could anyone not be touched by the poetry of "This Charming Man" I wondered, or not want to listen to The Smiths endlessly all day long, such was my obsession with music. Fast forward to 2006 and I can't tell a Killer from a Stroke, and wouldn't know an Arctic Monkey if it bit me on the nose."
"Welcome to Red - Editorial by Trish Halpin
Many, many years ago I vowed to myself never to be the kind of grown-up who hasn't a clue what song is at number one or who shouts 'Call that racket music?' at the TV while watching Top Of The Pops (R.I.P). It was a friend's dad's verbal abuse of Morrissey gyrating on stage with a bunch of gladioli in his back pocket that set me off. How could anyone not be touched by the poetry of "This Charming Man" I wondered, or not want to listen to The Smiths endlessly all day long, such was my obsession with music. Fast forward to 2006 and I can't tell a Killer from a Stroke, and wouldn't know an Arctic Monkey if it bit me on the nose."
