I AM constantly amazed by what awful taste other people have, and how willing they are to share this with us.

Motorists are a classic case in point. You would have thought that if you still owned a copy of Dire Straits' Brothers in Arms you would do all you could to hide the fact.

But come the start of summer there it is blaring out of car windows as if the Eighties, mad Maggie Thatcher and all the rest of that awful decade was still with us.

We have only had a couple of days of sunshine and already you can see drivers twitching their car windows.

Soon they will be fully unwound and we will be treated to the outpourings of a thousand different CD players as we wend our weary way to work.

It's all right in winter. Whatever godawful music people torture themselves with in their cars is left to fester safely within the vehicle. Now however there will be Craig David, gangsta rap, Eminem and who knows what else blaring out all over South Bucks.

True there is some comfort to be had from laughing at just how awful people's taste really is. How satisfying it is to note that the self-confident young exec who cuts you up is listening to oirish band Corrs (this is what sleep sounds like) or worse Craig David, the Val Doonican of R&B music.

But this is not enough and with this in mind I propose a campaign of counter-terrorism. To drown out the sound of this musak I will be embarking on a programme of selections of popular classics.

Anyone driving down the A40 around 8am this week will be treated to a range of music.

This morning you would have been able to hear selections from Gershwin. Tomrrow will be 19th century American Baptist hymns, Thursday the folk music of the Appalachian mountains and Friday the fiddle tunes from Donegal.

I will continue with this campaign until South Bucks is cleansed of boy bands and drippy soul music.