So, January is gone now. I quite enjoyed it myself.
Fartographer chose this one.
A bit of context. We had three of us in the front of my dirty twenty year old plumbing van, which I've never bothered to put a CD player or decent speakers in. And we never turned the radio on once, but we did buy food and drink in places which played canned music. So we'd find one of us humming or singing some really [censored] song hours or days later. Which one beautiful evening where we were mercifully many miles from the nearest person we turned remembering the worst songs ever into a drinking game. It was wonderful horrific. No mobile reception so you you had to sing it well enough for each other to know what you meant. Total horrorshow stuff. I'll remember it fondly forever.