Feel good music
The lovely Darren has posted a classic song that makes him feel good. Following on from this, and also staying with The Pogues vibe, here’s one of my all time feel-good songs. Simply gorgeous.
The Pogues – Rainy Night in Soho:
When a zoo in Japan tried to get two polar bears to mate but failed, they became slightly puzzled. They’d tried all the usual tricks; smelly candles, dim lighting, Al Green crooning in the background; but nothing could ignite the flame of romance.
After scratching their heads for awhile, they decided to investigate the problem further by observing the male bear’s behaviour. He blatantly didn’t fancy the young wan, and she in turn returned the disinterest. When they saw the male peeing like his female counterpart, the confusion deepened. Was this imitation a form of flattery? “It’s really odd,” the zookeeper remarked.
After a bit more head scratching, the penny finally dropped and they pinched some hair from the young stud for DNA analysis. Shockingly, the tests revealed that he was in fact: a she. Dun, dun, duuun!
To save any further embarrassment, they snapped on the rubber gloves and went in for a feel to confirm their scientific findings. Indeed, they found the bear to be missing a penis, a vital element in being male. “It was female.”
Now that the bear’s true gender is known, the zookeepers are considering exchanging her for a boy, but her massive popularity with visitors may save her from an uncertain future. “‘Tsuyoshi came here when she was a cub and people just love her.”
I was watching Friends last night (is it never not on? even now? 4 years later?) when I became insanely aware of the laughter track.
Monica wants to tidy something – cue laughter!
Joey doesn’t get the joke – more laughter!
Chandler says ‘could you BEEEEEEE any more stupid?’ – people wet their knickers!
live for the weekend
I think it must be the grey heavy sky weighing down on me because today I feel exhausted. And I can’t really moan to anyone about it because everyone at work thinks because I look 12, I must have the proportional energy of said 12 year old. Not true unfortunately, hence the moan ends up here.
I didn’t have a particularily taxing weekend, I don’t think. On Friday, we went to Capitol Bar for cheap champagne cocktails – a fiver before midnight – and whiskey sours, also five euro. I was ordering two drinks at a time until 12 and then the night becomes slightly blurry…
On Saturday I recuperated in bed until about 3pm. I then vaguely attempted to leave the house for a walk but was easily tempted back to bed. By 7pm I was rested enough to go down to a friends for a delicious session of wine and westie with MacDonalds. Class-Ay. We watched Rita and Sue and Bob too which lead to many drunken renditions of this song by Black Lace. Even classier.
On Sunday, I ventured down to Dundrum to attempt some Christmas shopping. Bad idea. I don’t get road-rage, I get shopping-centre-rage. People stopping for no apparent reason in front of you so you walk right up their behind, screaming children, mad women belting you with their gigantic shopping bags as they turn to shout at screaming children – I could go on but my face is turning an unpleasant shade of red at the memories.
To calm me down, the fella took me for dinner in the Counter in Dundrum, a gourmet burger where you build your own burger. My burger was quite a tasty affairs with jalepenos, a lettuce blend, sauteed mushrooms and garlic mayonnaise. To be honest though, I think I’d prefer an Eddie Rockets, simply for the price value – there’s a big diff.
We followed this up with a visit to see Zach and Miri make a Porno. I did laugh, a lot, but not quite as hard as I’d hoped to. Maybe it was the tiredness? I’ll have to give it another go when it’s out on divid.
Finished up the night by watching Survivor on the Beeb. It’s a new drama series about the survivors (d’uh) in a world where most people have been killed off by some unknown disease. It’s a bit predictable and has some slightly dodgy special effects but I’m definitely hooked. Nice timing for me, seeing as America’s Next Top Model is over and Lost isn’t back ’til January. It’s on again on Tuesday night, yippee.
I live for TV….. is that sad?