Peak Avant Garde

Finally (!) reached peak avant garde this morning at breakfast….

Becks – what is this your listening to?
Me – What?
Becks – This music?
Me – I’m not listening to any music.
Becks – Oh.
Me – That’d be the air compressor a few doors down and the reporting of warfare in Aleppo on the TV outside mixing together.
Becks – Fair enough.