Annoying songs I have had going around in my brain recently:
- Roger Voudouris: Get used to it — he of the red pullover and hair blowing in the wind. Is there any more frightening sight?
- Billy Joel: For the Longest Time — hangover from that night at the cinema when they were playing his greatest hits? Will this be circulating in my mind for the longest time?
- Cold Chisel: My baby
- Peter, Paul and Mary: Leaving on a Jet Plane — possibly triggered by Marita’s imminent holiday to Europe, and casting me back to 20 years ago in Year 8 when a latter-day hippy with a guitar disguised as a teacher had us all in the classroom singing various aging easy-listening songs to badly mistyped lyrics: Oh babe I hate to do
Hmm. That’s all. For now.