The woman in the picture above is my darling mother. She is a lover of many things, good books, good food, The Good Lord Jesus Christ, to name but a few.
However, there are things she doesn’t like. Inclement weather. Lacklustre organisation. And rap music. She is not a lover of rap music. Which is a problem because I, her best and favourite son, am of the opinion that rap music is a thing to be celebrated. And I’ve decided it’s time to bridge the gap in our cultural tastes. Why now? Because:
a) I can’t fucking stand listening Christian Alt-Rock in the car any more.
b) I can’t afford my own car.