One great thing about moving out is going through one's CDs (did I say that my life, sans furniture, fits into a depressingly low number of cardboard boxes?)

Some are horrendous. I mean, take this. What on earth possessed me to buy that?

Although I have to confess to the guilty pleasure of reminiscing about the end of the 80s while listening to it.

However, I found this, which I haven't listened to for probably, oooh, 8 or 9 years.

The Life Of Riley is still a damn good song to which to jump about the house.