One of the benefits of free to air tv is that you don't have a lot of choice. Not if you stick to the mainstream channels (in the UK the BBCs, ITV, C4 and at a stretch, C5). So when Iulia has conked out on the sofa, I'm left with the option of scrolling through mountains of shite on the streaming services, or just taking what I've been given on free to air.
I usually go for the latter. And tonight I watched something I absolutely would not have searched for on the streaming platforms, but am glad I did.
I don't like his music. I don't like his attire. And I cannot fathom why his mid-70's audience went so crazy for him. But I loved watching the gig - it was so preposterously awful that it was impossible to turn away. All those infatuated young women must be in their 70's and 80's now. How bad must the start of their lives have been that they thought he was someone to be idolised?
Bet it coloured their next few decades of life. Bastards probably voted Brexit too.
Barry White - you have a lot to answer for.
Never heard of him.