I've said in the past that I'd happily impose a moratorium on all songs by The Kooks. Though I stand by this, it's with sadness and disbelief that I must report I caught myself singing along to one of their songs today. Great sadness.
I've laboured long and hard to articulate how I feel much of the time, but I think I may finally have cracked it. Ahem: "Twats to the right of him. Twats to the left of him. Twats in front of him, follied and blundered."