I was just in the supermarket buying some milk. And spring onions. And mustard. And Tic Tacs. “Señorita” by Justin Timberlake was playing. I like that song, and hearing a song I like in a supermarket is one of the little joys of life. It adds a nice swing and shuffle to the tedium of putting things in a beige plastic basket. So, I’m walking around, singing to myself in my awesome falsetto, even doing a spot of whistling now and then, and just as it got to the back-and-forth guys-and-ladies bit, I was really gearing up for a good ol’ under-my-breath sing-along. And then some woman who worked at the supermarket turned on her microphone and started blabbing about the special offers they have today. It’s like the revolution was all for nothing.