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Now Truly Underground

Much as a death is always a sad occasion (sniff), BB is looking forward to hearing “Teenage Kicks” by the Undertones again (and again, and again…), just to remind ourselves how much we hated John Peel’s latterly eclectic but uniformly dire taste in music.

Of course, we don’t get to make gratuitously snide remarks about it while supposedly presenting the Glastonbury festival. So we’ll settle for doing it here. Rather like an Egyptian king, it would be nice to think of Morrissey and co. being buried alongside him. He’d like that. So would we.