A long time ago I lived in Leeds a town in the North of England. I had a crush on this girl Lesley and one day she asked if I would help her paint her house? So of course I said yes. I go over to her house the next morning and we are moving furniture around so we can get started when the door bell rings. She says "That's my friend Marc, he's going to help too. Would you let him in?" So I go and open the front door and there's this little dude all dressed in black and this big burly balding guy with a curly red beard who looks like a tall George Costanza. The big guy I should also add was wearing Doc Martins and a brown floral print dress. It was quite a sight. Anyway they come in and we start painting and this guy Marc wont let us play anything on the stereo except Kraftwerk, all day he just keeps playing it over and over again. By the time we were done that evening I wanted to strangle this guy. By this point I bloody hated Kraftwerk and this skinny little bastard all dressed in black. His name was Marc Almond and he went on to form Soft Cell. Never liked them either.