Before I became the fine upstanding member of society you see before you now, I used to work in a shop.
It was just agency work, for a couple of months, in a factory outlet store in a retail park called Cheshire Oaks. I would fold clothes, match up shoes, help customers with any enquiries they had.
Like most modern stores, the shop had a PA system, and music would be played over it. A silent shop is an uncomfortable place for customers after all.
Every morning, the shop manager would put Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits on the PA, and there it would stay. All day, on repeat play.
It was never my kind of music in the first place, but after a few weeks of this, I was climbing the walls.
Anyway, RIP Whitney. However much you did my head in, it was only for a couple of months, and 48 is way too young.
driving lessons in Wallasey?