there are only two of us doing overtime. Unfortunately, he has forgotten his headphones, and so is blasting reggae so loudly from his computer that not even Fantomas or Immortal is drowning it out.

What is it that's so despicable about reggae anyway? Is it because we automatically associate it with the arse-end of society? You know the types: hand-made pan pipes, those hemp jumpers that are 24 sizes too big (with matching hat); the types who think smelling bad and bopping around the stone circles at Glastonbury brings them "closer to the earth".