I take it you classify the rooms in your house, Al -- like, you don't shit in the dining room and eat in the loo?

I take it you classify what you eat when -- like, not roast beef for breakfast and not cornflakes for dinner?

All things have their classificatory and taxonomic categories. Life would be hell without them.

So what harm does it do you if I choose to classify The Seeds Of Love as folk but not Madonna's Hanky Panky - nor your own doubtless·excellent·but·still·not·quite·the·same·thing songs?

Yet you get all wounded and offended if I do these little bits of classification -- declare me a wanker, yet.

Go on as if my so classifying had somehow done you some positive harm?

I mean, what gives here, me old dilly duckling?

Eh?

Best regards azevva

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