I'm just the devil with a lung to spare

[venta]

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.

Comments

[kneeshooter]

Thanks for that - my world is now a slightly less sensible place.

[venta.livejournal.com]

My work here is done :)

[kneeshooter]

So now we wait for a heavenly choir, a parting of the clouds, a beam of light then we watch in awe as you ascend to a higher plane of surreality?

[venta.livejournal.com]

I've been waiting for that for years :)

[onebyone.livejournal.com]

That's her assumption.

[venta.livejournal.com]

It's no good, Onebyone, it's like pearls before swine round here.

[bateleur.livejournal.com]

Duh ! They come from oysters ! U R so dumb !