Phone call from Berlin, around two months ago:
My mum: yes, and so
Me: yes, and then if we
Mum’s phone: buh bah dah da bump..
Me: is that your ringtone? Why do you have ‘Bad to the Bone’?
Mum: what?
Me: George Thorogood and the Destroyers
Mum: who?
Me: bad to the bone. Buh bah dah da bump. Bad to the bone. Buh bah dah da bump. B-b-b-b-bad. Bad to the bone.
Mum: oh well it was the only one I can hear.