Some things are just plain unintuitive. You see it most often in food: ham and pineapple, vanilla ice cream and olive oil, chocolate and venison. I am even prepared to concede that my favourite sandwich – cheese and jam – might appear odd before you’ve experienced its perfection. (Wensleydale or strong Cheddar, if you’re thinking you’ll give it a try, and any jam so long as it’s red.)

But unintuitiveness happens in wider contexts, too. If you’ve ever had the privilege of explaining sex/childbirth/what a vasectomy is to a child (I have done all three, but not in the same conversation), the look on their faces tend to say: hold on, I came to you because you’re an adult and I trust you, and yet you’re expecting me to believe this unfeasible nonsense? And, when you think about what you’ve actually told them – assuming it’s the truth, not a bit of fluff about mulberry bushes – it doesn’t really sound right.

And then there’s music.

Which brings me to my point.

I give you: the Brythoniaid Male Voice Choir singing ‘Blue Monday’ by New Order. Glorious.