I think I've told this tale before, but when I was about 18 or 19, I had a job over the Christmas break working in one of the big London department stores. Unfortunately the manager of the bit where I was seemingly owned one piece of recorded music - a Best Of Dionne Warwick CD - which was played on repeat. All day. Every day. With the result that no matter how fantastic her songs (and they are, they really are), they simply make me run screaming for the hills. Sorry, Dionne. #TOTP