Living for Disco

Our new receptionist just came into my office, where I am playing the contents of my ipod on shuffle, to say:

“Rachael, don’t you have any music by Kenny G?”

I can think of a number of interesting and informative answers to this question, but I decided to opt for the only safe one and shook my head.

“Are you sure?”

I said that I am very sure. Just to make sure she doesn’t ask me again, I told her that I don’t really like Kenny G all that much. It reminds me of faded shopping centres, lifts full of pushchairs in Debenhams, litter, cherry flavoured bubble gum, and mullets.

“But why not? He doesn’t sing. It’s just…” She did a passable warbling impression of a saxophone, her fingers waggling around a bit. She looked hopeful while she did it, in case I had got the wrong Kenny G.

I shook my head again. No. No Kenny G. Not ever.

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