The idea was to watch, well actually there was no idea, I just happened to be listening to Georgio Ponticelli’s three and a half hour trance set this evening, waiting for Alias to start on Bravo and I decided to tune into Channel 4 to watch the 100 Greatest Albums. As voted for by some people who clearly have limited exposure to music. There’s a seven hour trance set coming soon. But at this moment I can’t remember when.

So here I sat, two-thirds through a bottle of Nottage Hill Chardonnay, deciding I’d better stick with the Albums, my right fist pummelling my right leg to the beat of the trance. Funny how the more intoxicated you get the more focused on the music you become. And how much improved your touch-typing becomes when you’re sat in the dark

I managed to reprogram my Sky+ box so that I didn’t need to abandon the Albums, then I spent my time concentrating on the albums that were chosen. I almost recorded Nip/Tuck twice though.

It’s during this time that I realised that the general public has been hoodwinked. Yes, Three Feet High and Rising is a good album, although I’ve never heard it. But, certainly Massive Attack’s Blue Lines is astounding. As is Moby’s Play. In general however, the “Greatest Albums” are those that people have been fed with. There is no general perspective. No objectiveness.

More important is my realisation that I’ve never heard a Joni Mitchell album. When all reviews of Nerina Pallot’s album refer to her. Why have I never heard Blue? I’ve got other blue classics: John Coltrane’s A Kind of Blue, Madonna’s True Blue, and the aforementioned Massive (as they were relabeled during the first Gulf War). But no Joni. It’s something I must correct.

Now, back to the Greatest. Hmm.. we’re now with The Jam.

Sorry, I’ve missed a few, we’re with Dido. Huh?