Back in the time of audio cassettes I came into my room and found a housemate’s kid absolutely engrossed in pulling the tape out of my favourite irreplacable mixtape of obscure macedonian folk music. I kept my countenance as much as possible and manage to not yell at the little shithead too much. Thinking back now it is perfectly possible that he was acting on behalf of some grown up who was not enjoying the obscure Macedonian folk as much as I was.

I got my revenge later when I convinced the kid to test his very noisy battery powered fire engine toy in the bath tub.