I was just relaxing in the bath listening to Mama Mia when I felt very uncomfortable. Sufficiently uncomfortable to force me out of the bath.

After several minutes I realised I was reading Denis Avey’s factual recollection of his time as British POW when he broke into Auschwitz and witnessed first hand the genocide. Clearly, to my mind, his account and the cheery sounds were simply irreconcilable.

The music is now off, the book rested but genocide continues.