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It's Friday! It's about three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!

Friday afternoons need a little something. I think they need a Top Tune. Something to make you shuffle in your seat and, if possible, Boogie At Your Desk. I'll be endeavouring to fill this gap some Fridays this year.

I'm not claiming that any track provided to enable At-Desk Boogying is one of the world's best or most profound pieces of music. It will, however, be a tune which makes me smile, and which has at some stage made me surreptitiously Boogie At My Desk.

Desks are not compulsory, of course. Feel free to boogie through your office, in your bedroom, round your lab, across your classroom, on the train - wherever you find yourself on a Friday afternoon.

If you like the track, go out and buy the album it belongs to - I'll try and recommend a suitable CD to purchase for any BAYD track.

This link will expire at some point in the future.

Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:

Snug - Supermodel (el version del Muttley Crew)

(Or if you don't want to download a file with an mp3 suffix, click here for a zipped version.)

Long, long ago, before Ed Harcourt was the sensible, grown-up, singer-songwriter he is today, he was in a band called Snug. I went along to a free Snug gig at the Oxford Zodiac because some friends were going, and was instantly grabbed. I think a subsequent Snug gig (at The Point on the Plane - that's just how big-time they were :) is probably the first gig I ever went to by myself.

Despite liking them a lot, when their album came out I was still a student and couldn't afford full-price albums. I hadn't then developed my record-fair-haunting habits, never saw it cheap, and eventually it slid off the shelves without me ever having acquired a copy.

You can still buy Snug at an inflated price on Amazon (which is odd, I'm sure it wasn't there except as a very inflated-price import the other day). Or you can find it for coppers in the usual grubby outlets.

Or you can wait for some generous person to do the hunting for you, and present you with a copy for your birthday. If you're dead lucky, they'll have made sure it's the one with the limited edition bonus CD, which has Supermodel on it. I've wanted a copy of that song for years.

One verse in particular of Supermodel always intrigues me:

... your head is getting far too big.
Soon you'll be giving fans your autograph,
And hanging out with Ryan...

Having heard the song live, they did complete the last line in the obvious way ("and hanging out with Ryan Giggs" - it was the late 90's, and Giggs was a tabloid headline staple). I'm deeply curious as to why recordings of this song miss out the surname. Surely there aren't legal implications of simply naming someone in a song ?