What do you play when you have a house full of middle aged mulled wine drinkers?

There is always a debate over the music to play at Christmas parties.

This year's choice is between Dad's cassette player (sad isn't it) and finding something transmitted through the skies from our battered radio, happily tuned to BBC Radio 4. 

Intrigued, I put a cassette into the player, after a few dusty fingers, and moments of suspense at whether or not it would blow up in my face I finally heard the joy of "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth." This song was written towards the end of the second world war, has been rerecorded by eleven different artists (including the cast of Sesame Street) and after a while it gets repetitive and I wish the cassette player had blown up when I prayed that it wouldn't.

After giving up and hibernating for a while in my room where there is some decent music, I go downstairs and mum has turned on the radio. I can only describe the sound emitted as electro-folk. ELECTRO-FOLK.

So what have I learnt from my ventures into the wide world of our musical tastes? That our house is dated and my mum has awful musical tastes.


Oh and my brother made an awful joke about my venture into the virtual unknown

"I blogged once, it was horrible, that Indian food was really bad!"