Last night, I was sampling music at a music store and chatted with one of the store assistants whom I know. He recommended me Tuck & Patti's latest album, and even played snatches of it for me. Then I sheepishly shook my head, and held out a copy of Underworld's latest dance album A Hundred Days Off to show him what I'm buying. He looked a bit crestfallen, the same sort of look I'd have if someone reject my musical recommendations too. I wanted to tell him, "Look, I'm buying dance music cos it won't make me cry". But I didn't.