I may have to accept that my wafer-thin argument about petrol versus diesel is a futile battle. Since August we have known that Dr Rudolph has infiltrated BMWs Motorsport division and there’ll be a heavy-oil fuelled Bavarian shredding its tyres at a set of traffic lights near you, very soon; the diesel "M" car is on its way. I can only assume they’ve done this because it's What The People Want. It also tells me that they’re listening to The Wrong People.
But maybe it’s me that has the problem. Maybe I’m taking things far too seriously. At this rate I run the risk of being left in the wake of progress because I don’t want to be a part of it. It’s happened to me before, because I’m an awkward bastard who won’t be told what to do by a world that thinks it knows better. It has happened to me with music.
