Yeah, laugh it up. But the sheer joy that comes from singing a medley of When The Lights Go Out vs. Bye Bye Bye with a human beat box, is second only to Christmas Day and being given a free alpaca at the llama farm in East Grinstead.

Sure, it was all for me. I'd spent the previous week telling him how I predicted a pop revolution and spent all day listening to the aforementioned, plus other honeyed '90s treats, including 5ive and *N Sync on YouTube. So it's quite
heterosexual when you think about it.

What's possibly not so much, is winding down the window when passing a group load of young male chavs at a bus stop, to let them hear the audible delights being secreted out of the car. At that particular point, it was Everybody (Backstreet's Back). And I was harmonising all (all) the words.

The CD case as well. Genius work. A bunch of chiselled 23-year-olds, and Howie. Each standing around, chilling out behind a white shed; legs splayed, gripping onto their oversized belt buckles. All dressed in white, all scowling in brilliantly co-ordinated opposite directions.

And I miss this. I bought CDs and tapes when they were this bad.

So I'm thinking this: In light of the whole "I reform, therefore, I am" bandwagon craze adopted by The Police, Led Zep, Judas Priest etc., when will it become an acceptable time for '90s comedy bands to reform?

See: 5ive, BSB, *N Sync, B*witched, Boyzone, Westlife. Or are Westlife still around? Whatever. Urban Cookie Collection, M People, Wet Wet Wet, Cleopatra, Vengaboys, Hanson. Or are they all still too busy doing coke and reality TV to find the time?

And I can practically hear you all reclining into your seats with disgust. But surely they're no worse than some of the desperate garb we're churning out now? The Hoosiers, namely.

Still. If you pass a pimp-mobile Fiesta in the street with two stick-on exhausts and permy-marker tinted windows, that'll probably be us. We're sure to be bringing the flava with some seriously bare (sp?) tunes, like Billie Piper's Honey To The B and Artful Dodger ft. Craig David.
You want some?