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Date: 14 September 2004 22:05:49
Oh dear. Had the first of the terms's singing sessions this morning and this was the first song to be added to our repertoire! I found it difficult to keep a straight face, anyway, as memories of the spoof version I wrote for Ship of Fools Eurovison kept coming into my head. I'm not sure the authentic ABBA effect was in evidence (a group of eight ladies of uncertain years and the token male gathered in a rather chilly parish room hardly reproduces the buzz of the Concours Eeuropeene to Chanson or whatever they call it), but we did our best. I also understand why my pitiful attempts at humming generally result in a strangled squeak. Oh, and I understand the need to analyse the meaning of a song before you so much as attempt to sing it. A method I fully intend to employ with little M next time I have to suffer Red Hot Chilli Peppers and their ilk ad nauseam on car journeys..."Do tell me, M, what EXACTLY does he mean when he tells the woman what he'd like to...." (CENSORED) :) Revenge is mine!
We passed an interesting half hour this afternoon trying to rearrange all the CDs into the categories provided by the suppliers. Must say it had me baffled. As far as I'm concerned I thought all you had was Graham Kendrick, Matt Redman, Spring Harvest's latest offerings , woffly Celtic stuff and miscellaneous. But no - that wasn't enough. Tell me - please, who would you categorize under Hard Music??
Bother - the dog again...!