But why this earworm?

Keep finding myself humming and singing this one over the last few days:

Can’t work out why…


Oh wait. Got it. ūüôĀ

They never released this as a single, which is why I had to half-inch a copy off a German charity evening TV broadcast. Big up Elke Gerrietz and her ‚ā¨200 donation. It’ll make a huge difference to… whatever it is they’re raising money for.

On Quizzing

Last night went… “ok”.

Sure, we lost the quiz by one point, but we only had 4 players against everyone else’s 8 (thus less chance of crowdsourcing a correct answer), and we finished ahead of several (or more) other teams who clearly were nowhere near as good as us, and several of which were full of unpleasant old white people.

It was one of those evenings where the majority of our 50:50 decisions didn’t work out for us. It happens. But it was still annoying. Irritating. Infuriating. Exasperating. Infuriating. (We did well in the Thesaurus round, by the way.)

Bad luck aside, we did noticeably fall down on one tough round: 1970s music. There was a clear, gaping hole in our knowledge. Obviously, we can’t know everything, but one this particular round, we could have done much, much better.

This morning, I decided to do something to remedy the situation, so that next time we could win the quiz again – as is the tradition when we play quizzes.
I opened up a Spotify playlist full of the top hits of the 70s and set my brain to Learn Mode.

Exactly 12 minutes later, I decided that losing a quiz by 1 point (or actually, however many points) was far preferable to putting myself through listening to anything else from those ten years. I don’t like not knowing things, but in this particular case, I’m so very, very happy to make an exception. My god: I swear that I was the only good thing to come out of that decade. 3652 days of exciting musical opportunity and all we got given was Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Neil Young and the god-awful ABBA.

It’s fine; I’ll pass, thanks.

And I’ll proudly wear my “yes, we could have done better in that round” badge when scoring 2 out of 5 on crap music next time around as well.

Iceland at Eurovision

I know. Iceland. Land of volcanoes, glaciers, landscape photographers, that big, steamy outdoor swimming pool and puffins.

And – hopefully – Eurovision success this year, because this song is quite good and the video is really rather funny.

I had no idea what a conservative (maybe pious?) Icelandic home looked like inside – or rather, I didn’t until now. But it’s certainly livened up by Da√įi Freyr coming in and doing their rather jaunty number for the assembled family.

With the UK now Brexited, and SA not invited (again!) it seems that my hopes for the Eurovision Song Contest lie with Iceland this year.

Gangi √ĺ√©r vel, skr√≠ti√į f√≥lk √≠ t√∂ff gr√¶num st√∂kkum!

Bok’s back

I’ve now unsubscribed from Afrikaans singer Bok van Blerk‘s email list 17 times.

And yet look what arrived this morning:

Which can only mean one of two things. Either Bok en sy orkes is disobeying the incredibly well-respected SA law around spamming people with emails, or some prankster is repeatedly signing me up for more emails from Lindi – Bok’s marketing person.

Whichever of these scenarios it is, I should be annoyed. And yet, how would I ever have known that the song Was scored number one on many nationwide hit parades if I hadn’t been emailed?

(Mainly Solely the Afrikaans ones, I’d wager.)

And simply the title of Blouwildebliksemsfontein¬†(literally “Blue Wild Lightning Fountain”, but in practice it’s probably a good deal more complicated than that) makes me want to listen to it. Briefly. Very, very briefly.

Anyway, I’ve reunsubscribed to Bok’s mailing list, so if you’re the one putting me back on, you need to do it again now.

Thank you for your efforts.


Mark Radcliffe described this song as “incredibly euphoric”, when he played it yesterday morning.

Which, for a song which contains the line:

Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?

in its first verse, seems quite a stretch.

But it surely is the one of the most positive, thought-provoking songs ever written. Sure, there’s the nod to our unavoidable individual mortalities, but rather than dwelling on them, we’re told to fill the intervening period – however long that may be – with optimism, happiness and love.

It’s a fantastic idea that virtually no-one has adopted, perhaps for the convenient¬† reason that you’d look really rather weird being cheerful given the current state of the country and the world in general.

But then, maybe the state of the country and the world in general could be positively affected by people being… well… more positive.
Maybe it’s worth giving it a try.


No. You first.