There is an ad sales rep who sits near me and she irritates the living shit out of me. She's got this lazy, broad accent that sounds like she's sucking some guy's cock when she flirts with clients over the phone. She thinks she speaks French as well but can't get past comment-allez vous before spiralling back into her usual chavtastic banter in English (cheerio darling, right, we're going to Egypt for the weekend, oh it's going to be faaaabulous).
Right now she's talking about buying tickets for Hard-Fi, and should they buy them on the door or just suck up the £4 mailing service charge, etc. I guess she doesn't do this much.
So now it all makes sense. People who buy Hard-Fi records don't buy many records at all.