SMOKEN

"Look at this!" I said, my voice registering equal measures of excitement and disappointment.

"The May-cones," my wife read, as I dragged my finger along the text in the Post.

"Mekons! Mekons! I missed the Mekons, and they were 10 or 15 minutes away from my house. Son of a monkey!"

As much as she loves me, it was pretty clear that Taeko didn't much care. So I called her into the playroom after dinner, and put on Flitcraft.

"Here, listen. Mekons. See, it's important for you to know that this stuff can make me cry it's so damn brilliant."

She sat on the floor with one leg stretched behind her and cocked an ear. "Sounds like The Pogues."

Um, well, yeah. If you want to get all technical and shit...