To celebrate the agency’s first birthday, the ladies at Speed towers are rocking some good-time tunes on Spotify. Now, I personally love a bit of a cheese-fest, but this is hardcore fromage not for the fainthearted – we’ve already had B*Witched, Wham and The Kids From Fame. Twice!

It’s got me thinking…on this fine Friday, when Spring is finally winning the battle of the seasons, why is it easier to celebrate all that is shameful, and in the cold, sober light of a Monday morning we feel the need to deny these delights?

These guilty pleasures celebrate the lowbrow, but by their very definition bring an explicit sense of joy to the humdrum of our otherwise aspirational lifestyles. However, a bit like too much chocolate, too much of a good thing can be sickening (- ever tried to listen to Heart FM two working days in a row?). It explains why punching the air to White Snake at the office party can bond you with a fellow  rock-loving colleague forever, but this defining moment in your friendship will never be mentioned again.

In an attempt to buck this trend (and because it’s Friday), I’m laying out for all to read, my guilty pleasures in all their horrifying detail. (Ooh, the shame when I realise what will be forever in cyberspace on Monday morning….)

Film: The Bodyguard (yes the one with Whitney Houston, pre-Bobby, and Kevin Costner)

Books: Jilly Cooper novels (any)

Men: Justin Lee Collins

Music: Uplifting trance and heavy metal (not at the same time)

Food: Chicken & Mushroom Pot Noodle

Beauty habit: Squeezing spots and in-grown hairs