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A few weeks back ChrisC and I were walking through Camden, and asbestos was mentioned. I forget why. "Asbestos, lead, asbestos" I said conversationally then realised I had no idea what I was quoting.

I could hear that phrase, as part of a song, very distinctly in my head. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear any more of the song, and had no idea what it was. A vague notion that it might be Luke Haines was all I could muster - ChrisC said I was wrong, and extensive listening to the works of Mr Haines suggested he was right (he always is).

A week or so later, ChrisC dug out a recording of Asbestos Lead Asbestos, by Meat Beat Manifesto. It wasn't the right song :( Even allowing for it being a cover, I was still certain that the entire nature of the song was quite wrong.

Extensive googling failed to help. In the end, I was forced to give up. Just one of life's little mysteries.

Today, striding into town with my mp3 player on, I noticed that something about the music was nagging at my mind. The masters of punnery, parody and misquote were singing in my ears:

"I'm underage and uninsured, on the High Road to Domestos,
Chloroflourocarbon, Lord, asbestos, lead, asbestos"

Rubbish, by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine.

Which is why my otherwise sedate walk down Iffley Road was interrupted by a brief burst of scissor-kicking somewhere around Jeune Street.