With some of the music choices people take as their Desert Island Discs, if it were me in the rescue boat, I'd be driving right past.
The fourteenth time of hearing an agonising baroque overture played on some medieval instrument would be all the evidence I need.
I'd send somebody with binoculars up the crow's nest to make sure the island's only resident had enough coconuts then I would turn up the 80s Hits Compilation and it would be full speed ahead.
The only thing I'd like to see played on those instruments of torture is the half wit choosing the records.
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