I clicked on Taylor Swift's new song and now my ears are bleeding. What the hell.
Hot take: I don't mind it, it's a mixed bag of a song with catchy bits and very cuttable bits and the amount of coverage it's received more or less justifies its central theme. Not in her top 10 songs, but might be in her best of collection if for content rather than quality.
Just realised this was probably about the second new Taylor swift song. Yeah, it's junk.
Legend tells that the town of Nelson is so named because English and Irish labourers who wanted to play at the nearby handball court couldn't pronounce the real name of the town, and used to arrange to meet by the Lord Nelson pub.
In time this became not only the name of the town, but of the local breed of Welsh mountain sheep. And it's still home to a big sale - ewes today, and rams later in the month.
I rocked up an hour after it started, unsure whether I'd missed it all. A few streets out there were "sheep sale" signs which helped beam me in, and I pulled into a dirt track with a whole host of land rovers and trailers. My Ford Fiesta looked a little pathetic in comparison.
I wandered up the track and bumped into some old geezer who pointed me in the right direction, it would have been pretty hard to missed the huge field of sheep pens to be honest.
Right at the far end of the sea of pens there were a bunch of people crammed in under a canvas roof; on one side there was a flat bed pulled up to let people up to get a better view - it was hard to see much from the back.
There were a mix - mostly oldish men in raggedy farming gear, but a decent number of guys in there twenties and a decent proportion of women. Pen by pen, the sheep were brought into the pen in the middle of the tent, their owner moves them round the pen, maybe with their sheepdog, whilst the bidding took place.
When the bidding ended, a woman next to the auctioneer would note down the winning bidder and price, and the sheep were whisked out of the ring and back to their pen, whilst the next ones came in.
I got a few photos and a bit of video, but not much as I was wary of accidentally acquiring a pen full of sheep, or being suspected of being a spy.
By this stage, more trucks were arriving up the dirt track, and I was beginning to worry about whether my car left enough space for them to get by, so I beat a hasty retreat.
Don't forget to enter the POG survey guesstamania game, the game where is pays to know your fellow Poggers. And who knows their fellow Poggers better than Pub regulars? Not entering would be like setting Slansky bucks aflame. Reveal tomorrow afternoon.