I am a victim of Wogan
Thursday, February 19th, 2009 11:54 amOh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I fear that the effects of the mass media have finally caught up with me; prolonged exposure has whittled away at my natural defences to the extent that were I a National Trust beach facing erosion from the sea, the trustees would throw up their hands in resignation and say the sea defences have crumbled so extensively that it’s time to let nature take its course and allow the entire village behind to drop into the sea.
I don’t like Lily Allen and I believe I’ve made that clear on this journal before. That said, I find myself humming her latest single, The Fear. This has happened before, where a catch tune gets out and about and sinks its fangs into the old memory, but usually it gets annoying, though after a while it fades and life can resume.
This time it’s different. The rational part of my brain, the bit that looks to see what the pleasure receptors are up to and wags a finger at them, is tapping its foot too. It appears, Lord help me, that I have come to like this song.
I shall now get my iPod out and play something more from the blues/rock end of the musical spectrum in the hope of restoring some kind of equilibrium. Or just give in and keep humming The Fear.
I fear that the effects of the mass media have finally caught up with me; prolonged exposure has whittled away at my natural defences to the extent that were I a National Trust beach facing erosion from the sea, the trustees would throw up their hands in resignation and say the sea defences have crumbled so extensively that it’s time to let nature take its course and allow the entire village behind to drop into the sea.
I don’t like Lily Allen and I believe I’ve made that clear on this journal before. That said, I find myself humming her latest single, The Fear. This has happened before, where a catch tune gets out and about and sinks its fangs into the old memory, but usually it gets annoying, though after a while it fades and life can resume.
This time it’s different. The rational part of my brain, the bit that looks to see what the pleasure receptors are up to and wags a finger at them, is tapping its foot too. It appears, Lord help me, that I have come to like this song.
I shall now get my iPod out and play something more from the blues/rock end of the musical spectrum in the hope of restoring some kind of equilibrium. Or just give in and keep humming The Fear.
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Date: 2009-02-19 12:09 pm (UTC)So many people seem to dislike her and yet like her new song.
I have to admit I haven't really listened to anything she's done until her new song. But I like it, and what I've heard of the album too.
That said - I am very impressionable to songs that get in my head and just stay there, so you have my sympathies!
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Date: 2009-02-19 12:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-19 01:05 pm (UTC)Attractive woman.
Intelligent lyrics.
Bouncy pop tunes hiding an underlying viciousness.
What's not to like? :-)
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Date: 2009-02-19 02:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-19 02:20 pm (UTC)Love it, Love it, love it!
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Date: 2009-02-19 02:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-19 02:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 06:13 am (UTC)Walk? I canna even waark.
Gan canny!
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:49 pm (UTC)One said to the other
Tintern Abbey
After a pause the otherone said
Tiiiiis, it's a bloomin' great church!
It keeps dropping unbidden into my mind and making me chuckle, there is nothing so sweet as something that keeps you chuckling for days
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Date: 2009-02-19 02:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-19 06:01 pm (UTC)