… and reminded of one of the nicest nights I had in a long time.
In one of my lovely friends houses, when the lights do down and the drinks are flowing, there begins a little sing song. The music usually goes from the latest singer-song writer’s offering to an ould classic by Christy or Mary. One of the last nights I was there, this little ditty popped up:
I love Mick Hucknall’s version because of the light tone in his voice but this song will always be in my favourites purely for these famous lines:
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye
Now this may be one of the most trivial things I will ever blog about (as if!) but it’s really been annoying me the past few days.
I’ve been looking into weightloss the last while, seeing as it’s definitely time to kick those spare pounds I’ve been saving up over the winter. Found lots of faddy diets that I would never go near.
But this is not the annoying thing.
It’s the fact that nearly every second person who writes about it can’t spell ‘lose’. It’s not “loose”, it’s “lose”! LOSE!
I’m wondering how many people pronounce “Republic of Loose” as the “Republic of Looze” as a result. That would make for an interesting gig: “LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE!”
Silly rant over. (I’m not an angry person, I pwomise.)
This is what you call ‘putting your foot in it’:
My God woman, have a leeeeetle sensitivity no?
I luffs it:
This is fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time. It’s probably one of the most moving things I’ve ever seen on the internet.
The story behind it is here.