LOOK! HE'S AT IT AGAIN 
"Dad! Are you ready"
"No, not yet"
"Look, we've really got to go, you promised"
"I need to sort out the front room, can you ask Mum to take you"
"This is ridiculous. Mum!!! Dad can't bring us, will you? We'll be late again"
"What's he up to now"
"He's tiling the floor of the front room with his CD's again, you can't even open the door"
"Tom, whats happening"
"I told you, I'm tidying up the room for you, it hasn't been done in ages"
"For crying out loud! Will you look at this mess! You only put them in alphabetical and date order last month"
"I know, but they need to be filed again now, and cross referenced with the new computer CD database"
"No wonder you can never bloody well find the one you're looking for"
"Pat! Do me a favour and take the girls, you'll have them late again"
"Oh! Dad ... get a life"
Later ... in the car
"Mum, do you know that when Dad goes into someone else's house he sneaks around and checks out their CD collection"
"Doesn't surprise me one little bit"
"He's sad. A sad old man"
(And this was before Nick Hornby ever wrote a word)
Now what you read above may well be true but there is more to this than meets the eye. You see, you cannot judge a book by its cover, nor can you judge a man by the size of his bank balance, or his car, or his house or the clothes that he wears, but there's one thing for certain that you can definitely judge him by, and that is, his CD collection.
