So I’m lounging comfortably with all the windows open enjoying the breeze, for the first time in days, I might add, where there’s been breeze and no rain, having worked all day from home.
Suddenly a piano-y folky terribly offkey uptempo version of Twisted Sister’s We’re Not Going to Take It which medley’d into the Proclaimers’ 500 Miles from the not-very-groundbreaking album Sunshine on Leith (ZOMG why do I know that?) .
Oh, crap. It’s Gassenfest.
Oh Lord, now it’s a gospel version of Midnight Oil’s Beds Are Burning.