Wednesday, 14 May 2014
Or men in fact.
Since posting a ramble about Brotherhood of Man a couple of posts back, I have been plagued by that tune; no I'm not going to let myself recall it. One bar and it's hopeless: imbedded like a tic.
Yesterday, whatever I played, the tune came back, sugary and sticky, well and truly stuck.
Today I randomly opted for a couple of favourites on youtube to try and dislodge the 1970s residents in my head. Thought I'd post this one of Christopher Walken dancing elegantly to Fatboy Slim in a plush hotel.