Make Your Own Entertainment

I've recently moved desks at work and now sit in an area where some of my nearest neighbours are singers. Not professional, you understand, they just sing while working. It makes me quite jealous for two reasons; I'm a lousy singer and it sounds like they're happy at work (perhaps they just do a good impression).

Nothing unusual about this, of course, but I just felt that I should share a moment of pure inspiration with my reader. In amongst regular fixtures, such as 'Hey, Hey, We're The Monkeys' and 'Don't Stop The Carnival', I've just heard a note perfect 'I Can't Help Falling In Love With You' with an added, spoken middle eight of 'Some Girls', beautifully acted out so that there is real disappointment in the words 'some girls don't' and real bitterness for 'some girls lie', all in broad Lancashire! Genius. I remember sitting in a pub in Darwen a few years ago and seeing the same man and some friends, adorned in Blackburn Rovers shirts, singing for all they were worth. Blackburn must have had a good day or so I thought. In fact they'd lost heavily at home, it's only a game after all.

As I'm sure you'll remember from a previous missive, I'm susceptible to having tunes lodged in my head. This morning, God knows why, it was 'The Chicken Song'; good job I can't sing.