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grilly

I first heard your music playing on a crappy transistor radio which I had in my bathroom. I used to switch it on before going to the toilet, just for something to listen to as I went about my business. It generally yielded a more interesting listening experience than toilet sounds, unless I happen to be tuned into my local commercial radio station in which case the toilet sounds would be preferable. I used to have the radio in the bathroom tuned to radio four but I had to retune because I would find myself spending a lot longer in there than I had planned. I would switch it on while I had a quick number one, and then eventually come out of the bathroom forty minutes later when the drama or documentary had finished. Radio 3 was also a bad choice for the same reason; I’d be fascinated by a piece of classical music that was playing and wanted to wait until the announcer said what the piece was. So I’d wait, and wait, but radio 3 has a habit of playing three movements of a piece before a presenter speaks, unlike Classic FM where each movement has a sponsor. So I decided that unless I wanted to spend my life listening to a radio in my bathroom, I should probably tune to radio one. And so it was while having a wee that I discovered Cats in Paris. Fascinated by what I was hearing I purchased your album, and was pleased to find that your music sounded even better than it does on a transistor radio while sitting on the toilet. I was listening to my music library on shuffle and Foxes came on, and it brought me back to that day, on the toilet. Ah, the memories; a truly catartic experience. (I’ve just realised I did a typo and wrote catartic rather than cathartic, but I decided not to correct it because I then realised I’d inadvertently done a pun. How spooky!)

I’m really looking forward to the next album. I was blown away by your first. I especially like the lawn mower on the first track. There are not enough songs with lawn mowers in, but I’m glad you’re redressing that issue.

Byeeeeee