Last night I heard my mama singing a song ooh eee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree.
100m world record holder, World Series MVP, first British person on the moon, Wi-Fi inventor, professional illustrator.
One step up from a chimpanzee
Battered sausage, chips and gravy please, duck
Found a note where I’d scribbled this all down, but somehow forgot to mention it here at the time…
In a local bar in July, they played these three songs in a row.
When I was a teenager, I thought it was really cool that a band named themselves after a watch. And they had a club! A SOCIAL club! How do I join? Can I send off a stamped addressed envelope? Do I get membership card? A badge?
*Searches eBay for “BW” music stand thingy*
And then they played this in the bar:
It was July. Now, I am very much in favour of this sort of behaviour. Christmas songs, some Christmas songs, are wasted on only being heard for one month a year. And nobody is ever gonna stop me listening to Mariah whenever the hell I goddam want.