Because of a nasty experience a few years ago, the sound of a Christmas Pop song turns me violent.
Bloke next door got pissed up and fell asleep listening to his stereo through headphones.
At about 1 in the morning he managed to pull the headphone socket out which surprisingly didn't wake him because it woke me as the speakers back onto the wall right behind my headboard.
The Album ?
.... That's What I Call Christmas
The track listing ?
... THE SAME F*CKING CHRISTMAS SONGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR THE NEXT 6 HOURS BECAUSE HE HAD THE CD ON AUTOREPEAT.
Can you stop the Calvary ? Can you stop that f*cking music you c*ck.
Step into Christmas ? No can I step into your bedroom and smash your stereo up.
I didn't go to bed that night, I spent the rest of the evening being reminded "IT'S CHRISSSSSTTTTTMAASSSSS" by bloody Noddy Holder approximately every 45 minutes.
Bastard didn't wake up even when this wise man (who had followed an annoying Paul McCartney song) banged on his front door.