In the 1960s, when I was a teenager, I used to listen to short wave radio instead of playing football. The communist countries generally jammed most of the broadcasts from the West, which means that they broadcast loud oscillating sound waves on the same radio frequencies.
But the authorities in Cuba had a better idea, and instead of this dreary, wobbly white noise, they broadcast a female singer, belting out "Kiss me honey, honey, kiss me. Thrill me, honey, honey, thrill me. Don't care even if I blow my top, but honey, honey, don't stop!" It went on for hours and hours.
The fact that after forty years I can repeat it verbatim means I should have played more football.