One of the ultimate guilty pleasures

I’ll set the scene. Grey light filters in through the curtains. Don’t know if it’s cloudy or sunny. Don’t really care. The alarm is about to go off but you’re already awake. You make a cup of tea and get back into bed. You half roll over to swat the radio on. This plays. You turn it up and just listen. Slowly feeling a bit sad and brave at the same time, maybe thinking about stuff, maybe just a bit blank. It’s the sort of song that sends you places.

Plus of course there’s always this bad boy:

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