Morag and I just had an argument about this song. Listen to it with a loved one. Maybe you can have an argument about it too!
Or maybe you’re bigger than that.
We didn’t argue about this one however. Sally and I would have. But Morag and I didn’t. Life is funny.
I’ve not seen much of Minchin before. He has a brilliant way with the old words.
Ah, the internet. You are marvellous sometimes.
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In other news, I finally managed to get that faecal sample out of my bag and into the right hands, rotten banana stains and all. And I found out today that I do not have tumours in my testicles, no, nor varicose veins neither. Nor varicose veins neither.
Ooh, look! Speaking of words, I've just found Under Milk Wood, free for all to hear. If you like words, and you've never heard it, I recommend you find an hour, stick on a pair of headphones and close your eyes.
Pleasant day to you. Hope you're enjoying the Obamarama.
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Tuesday, 20 January 2009
Tune Tuesday :: Tim Minchin
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