When I was growing up, my mum displayed her Judas Priest and Black Sabbath LPs with pride and had fabulous liquid eyeliner and a love for the Rocky Horror Show that knew no bounds.
That sort of thing is cool, but it has its downside - what was I meant to rebel against?! Now the same feeling must be sweeping the nation with the revelation that the inhabitants of Number Ten are metal fans.
Imagine if you will, after a hard day in Prime Minister's Questions, Gordo posing with a hairbrush and screeching along to Iron Maiden in the cabinet room. It puts a smile on my face, anyway. I think he should start throwing the horns for photo ops.