Liverpool's SevenStreets fears for the poor receptionist at the Maritime Museum, forced to listen to The Farm's Altogether Now on an endless loop, all day:
Can you feel that pulsing ice of terror running through your veins at the thought of having to hear “All together now…all together now…All together now…In no-man’s land…” hundreds of times a day with no respite? Listening to the fading sound of Peters Wylie and Hooton wailing away knowing that the Pachelbel-cribbing opening bars are about to remorselessly start up again and there’s nothing you can do to stop it? You couldn’t even put headphones on as that would look ‘unprofessional’.Footnote: I once spent a New Years' Eve in a small Cambridgeshire village; the locals in the pub were unamused by someone in our party putting Altogether Now on seven times in a row. I had a degree of sympathy of them.