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It's Friday! It's 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'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 are invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:

Frank Turner - Try This At Home [link to mp3 expired]

Last week, I was sternly reprimanded by one of my colleagues. As I usually do at work, I was listening to music through headphones. I was doing some extremely mundane testing, playing the same networked game over and over on a stack of tablets and phones, and attempting to reproduce a particular bug. I was, ahem, boogying[*]. More than a little. At my desk.

And, apparently, me dancing around like a loon in your peripheral vision is quite annoying. Hence me being asked to desist. Which I felt was probably a fair point.

Accordingly, although I am definitely boogying to Try This At Home[**], I am currently doing it without actually moving. I love the sentiments behind the song, and I love Frank Turner's turn of phrase, and it's a damn fine tune.

I wrote a while back about going to see Frank Turner, and since then I've been slowly working my way through his albums. I'm definitely a fan.

I'm most familiar with England Keep My Bones, Love, Ire and Song, and Poetry of the Deed (from which this track comes). I'd wholeheartedly recommend any (or all) of them.

[*] Not, in fact, to this but to Reasons Not To Be An Idiot, also by Frank Turner.
[**] At time of writing, anyway. Not at time of posting. For the London-gig-going subset of my friends list, is anyone else off to see Rancid (and Cock Sparrer) tomorrow?