listening to some sweet folky tunes, enjoying the cosy little atmosphere I've got going on with the Christmas tree, my dog laying sleeping and going "ruf ruf" in her dreams at my feet, the lights down low, a nice cigarette smouldering in the ashtray, a cup of hot coco in my hand...when the WKD advertisement comes on.
"NANANANANANANA WE LYK WKD WE R MENTAL COS WE R PROPA LADS INIT LMAO! NANANANANA MERRY XMAS!"
To which I screamed:
"FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU FUCKING CUNTS! NO-ONE THINKS LADDISHNESS BELONGS ANYWHERE OTHER THAN IN 1995 YOU FUCKING, FUCKING ARSEHOLES!! DIE!! I'M TRYING TO LISTEN TO SURFJAN STEVENS, YOU FUCKING CUNTS!! GO READ NUTS!! GO DIE OF ALCOHOL POISONING, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LAPTOP!! DIE NOW, YOU FUCKING CUNTS!!"
Then the advertisement went off and I settled down again.
You'd think the Spotify program would at least be able to tailor adverts to suit you as a user based on what music you listen to.