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Dury, Ian : Y2K The Bug Is Coming
But if, on the other hand, the bug [I]didn't[/I] bite and everybody was really pissed off because they'd forked out thousands of precious drug-vouchers to so-called IT experts...
Yes. Time. Ing. A novelty single about the dreaded bug. Oh. Dear. If the bug had bit and civilisation had collapsed and we were all huddled in our formerly cosy suburban semis, barricaded in against marauding packs of Mad Max-style mutoid scavengers, then we'd hardly be able to pop down to our local Woolworth and buy this record, would we?
But if, on the other hand, the bug didn't bite and everybody was really pissed off because they'd forked out thousands of precious drug-vouchers to so-called IT experts and then spent the rest stocking up on bog rolls, candles, tinned tuna, fish sticks, satsumas (and let's not forget a couple of pallets of Chum With Extra Marrowbone Jelly for Mr Ashcroft, the much loved family dog) then this record would look really, really, really, really, really fucking sad, wouldn't it? Yes.
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