And the whole world has to answer right now

A variable morning, so far. As soon as I arrived in work I was offered an apple-based pastry. Well, jointly offered with onebyone, so I had to share it, but half a pastry is better than no bread.

Things went downhill then, though, when I realised there was no Marmite in the kitchen. My toast remained resolutely non-evil. There wasn't even any marmelade. I had to put blackcurrant jam on my toast. Furthermore, ach made a truly (and uncharacteristically) nasty pot of tea, which further detracted from my breakfast experience.

Life has improved slightly since then, though. Pot of tea II (made by me) is much better, and I've just been brought a chocolate cookie from the biscuit tin upstairs.

OK, now I've updated you on my comestibles for the morning, on to the real issue:

( Who's bad? )

I like to boogie on a Saturday night

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

( You what? )

Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:

Saint Etienne - He's On The Phone

For years I was convinced I didn't like Saint Etienne. I don't know why. I certainly couldn't cite any songs of theirs as evidence. At some point I remember hearing You're In A Bad Way on MTV2 and being rather struck by it, and wondering if I'd ever actually heard a song of theirs.

However, He's On The Phone remains the greatest stealth dancefloor track ever. It's not, as it starts, an obvious candidate for dancing. It's certainly not an immediate stompy track, or even an enticingly bouncy pop track.

It is, however, inextricably linked in my mind to the first time I remember hearing it in a nightclub. And when the song reaches the "Yes!" that begins the chorus, there I am: dancing by myself in the middle of the floor.

The Saint Etienne singles collection, Too Young To Die is rather lovely and flits gently through a pop landscape, encouraging you to dance round your bedroom. Well, it encourages me to dance round mine, anyway.