@PMC:
Back in my Uni days (around '93 or so), a mate and I were in arecord shop in Paisley, doing our, at the time, daily record shop.
There was a nice dubby house track on the shop's hi-fi.
A wee ned walked up to the counter and said to the shopkeeper:
"Hol mate, that's music's pish. Huv ye goat any a' that bleepy stuff?
Know whit ah mean, some real f*ckin' hardcore?"
The shopkeeper, without looking up from his muso-magazine said:
"We don't sell hardcore mate but if you go down to Travis Perkins, at the bottom of the road, they've got tons of the stuff."
Ned:
"Izzat right big man? Magic, cheers." And he trooped out.
Cue hilarity from everyone else in the shop.
(Travis Perkins are builder's merchants.)