I've just checked the latest pop chart now that streaming counts towards its figures. I'm not sure I like it.
Here's the current top ten.
1 - The sound of you and your wheezing breath captured by your laptop's watching camera.
2 - A mysterious operative in a curtained room reading your Yahoo spam emails and chucking quietly. His name is Muriel.
3 - The flat tap-tap-tap of mouse clicks. When you look at the shadows, the clicks stop.
4 - Echoing through Westminster, the joyful slap of high-fives and glass clinks - then urgent shushing when someone approaches.
5 - The plastic rustle of the actual tarpaulin the government uses in its cover-ups.
6 - Julian Assange weeping his way through I Did It My Way then powering his way through six packs of Pringles.
7 - The wet, crusty bubbling of Eric Pickles' widening smile.
8 - The slow grind of history repeating itself and repeating itself and...
9 - The sound of the computer that auto-generates Calvin Harris hits. A mix between a jolly "ping" and the mournful wail of a dying planet.
10 - The brittle splintering of forced satire.
Further Fats: Oh, puppies, why do you live? (2006)
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