So you are British, in the late 80's early 90's and sigh a family member has a birthday/wedding/anniversary/divorce/funeral/the ok from the clinic etc and certain family members have hired out some kind of grotty council hall for a disco. They hire a DJ with no taste so you have to put up with this:
All by Black Lace, no wonder I'm Hatedrian
All by Black Lace, no wonder I'm Hatedrian