I'm just the devil with a lung to spare
On Sunday,
wimble and I went to visit the Uffington White Horse (and in the way of these things, completely failed to be able to see it). It was a lovely winter day, crunchy and clear with a glorious golden sunset. This is, however, irrelevant.
What was relevant was that on the way back, Wimble's mp3 player decided to treat us to a bit of Pop Will Eat Itself - in particular, Beaver Patrol. During the line Beeeeeaver... patrol! in the chorus, I always find myself being surprised by the word "patrol". By then, some strange level of mishearing has me expecting the line to end "Las Vegas". Yes, I know it's "beaver" not "viva", but somehow every single time the line appears in the song it catches me out.
Last night I dreamt that I was somehow involved in the production of a porn film about a large number of women (no, I can't remember any details at all, including what my involvement was, before you ask). The dream, appropriately enough, had Beaver Patrol as its soundtrack. And even while dreaming, I still kept getting distracted by the fact that the chorus doesn't contain any references to Las Vegas.
No, I realise this isn't particularly relevant to anything. But if I'm confused by my subconscious, I don't see why you should escape.
What was relevant was that on the way back, Wimble's mp3 player decided to treat us to a bit of Pop Will Eat Itself - in particular, Beaver Patrol. During the line Beeeeeaver... patrol! in the chorus, I always find myself being surprised by the word "patrol". By then, some strange level of mishearing has me expecting the line to end "Las Vegas". Yes, I know it's "beaver" not "viva", but somehow every single time the line appears in the song it catches me out.
Last night I dreamt that I was somehow involved in the production of a porn film about a large number of women (no, I can't remember any details at all, including what my involvement was, before you ask). The dream, appropriately enough, had Beaver Patrol as its soundtrack. And even while dreaming, I still kept getting distracted by the fact that the chorus doesn't contain any references to Las Vegas.
No, I realise this isn't particularly relevant to anything. But if I'm confused by my subconscious, I don't see why you should escape.
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Let me know if you need any back-up storylines of attractive women being held hostage and forced to bathe in large pools filled with floating candles and flowers - my subconcious apparently is warming up to give you a story pitch.
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Though I'm fairly sure that that line only comes up in the Dead Kennedy's recording of Viva Las Vegas. The Elvis original is "with love to spare", I think.
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Which does make a whole lot more sense.
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Why is he like the devil with a spare lung, and what is the devil with a spare lung like. These are the questions I want answered.....!
Don't forget to pack a wife!
Just guessing though. No one said the Dead Kennedy's had to make any sense.
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Even though I like Marmite, that struck me as being a Bad Thing.
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On the very slim chance that the photo I tried worked, I may have a nice picture of the moon coming up behind the trees that ring it.
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There are cracking tales of ghosts encountered along the Ridgeway, each of which came faithfully flooding back on every late night excursion I made down there ;)
Hmm, I've not done any ancient sites for a good couple of years...
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*plots*
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