My gig invitation turned out to be a Busted flush

Sometimes it can be hard to get a handle on your children’s cultural influences. While Radio 2 might burble away as background noise in the kitchen for much of the time, it turns out that my daughter had never in fact heard of Busted, and wasn’t won over when I played her “That’s What I Go To School For.” It’s also conceivable that my daughter realised my invitation wasn’t entirely selfless. Charlie Busted particularly confuses me, because although he looks more or less like a pop star, he has the same voice as a posh man I knew who used to work for Foxton’s estate agency. I worry that in the “Year 3000”, we won’t all be living under water, as their hit song has it, but in overpriced two-bed flats in Clapham. My daughter doesn’t know what she’s missing; although, having busted my real motive for inviting her, she may be relieved at not having to hang out with her embarrassing dad.