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A couple are taking part in a discussion about music to drive to.

MIKE: I’m a sucker for old sixties stuff when I’m driving. You know, Motown, that kind of thing. Pulled up next to a lorry in a jam the other day and the driver starts singing along too.

LIZ: I like heavy stuff. I think I drive better when I’ve got something heavy on.

SHELLY: I’d stick with Radio Four but Cameron has to have music.

CAMERON: Best track ever for driving is ‘Telegraph Road’, Dire Straits. Fourteen minutes long. Lasts me exactly as long as the drive from Aston into work. Perfect.

SHELLY: Yeah, but you don’t actually like the song though, do you, Cam?

CAMERON: No, but you’re missing the point. It’s fourteen minutes. That’s exactly the same time it takes me to drive to work from home.

SHELLY: Yes, but you bloody hate it. You swear about it every day.

MIKE: Why not just get a couple of songs that you do like that add up to fourteen minutes and put them on a tape?

CAMERON: (exasperated) Look, you’re not getting this, are you? It’s fourteen minutes long!