Walking through Poole High Street yesterday the sound of the Christmas National Anthem was drifting, well stomping really, out of one of the shops, as the song came within earshot two men in their late fifties, early sixties happened to be walking past me.
"Hear that?"
"Yeah."
"That's Slade isn't it?"
"Yeah, think you're right. Yeah, it's Slade."
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That, the Waitresses and Wizard - sod the Pogues!
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