|
|
I'm currently engaged in an evil plan to plant "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow into the heads of my colleagues, by whistling the first couple of bars every now and then. I started about three days ago, and now I keep hearing it from various parts of the office. Truly I am a criminal mastermind. (Though BL Brigade's probably gonna punch me soon).
In case anyone's interested, the theme music from Battlestar Galactica acts as an excellent antidote to Copacabana.
And I'm told that The Chicken Song is even better, as it not only clears away the offending tune, but leaves no residue of itself. Like a sorbet.
Oh and I didn't punch Stoatie. I'm a glover, not a flighter. |
|
|