January 18th, 2005

fat pony like thunder

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For many, many years now, my friend M and I have found the British royal family and their general idiocy incredibly funny. I can't remember how the joke started, but it was over a decade ago, and has lasted to this day. Anyway, as you can imagine, we have found the Nazi Harry story particularly amusing, but naturally, what has really captured our imaginations is horrible horse-faced Prince William's fancy dress costume. And so I present Collapse )
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naughty little sister, me!

it takes....oh, god, make it stop!

I've just been doing some hoovering, and couldn't stop singing the Diff'rent Strokes theme while doing so, even though I can only remember the words to the first verse and the chorus (is there any more, actually? No, don't tell me). Also, as I said in my previous post, I find myself singing it with great "expression", rather like this:

[voice of admonishment]Now, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum!
[more gently]What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
[triumphantly]A man is born, he's a man of means
[more subdued]Then along come two - [very earnestly] they got nothing but their dreams.

[joyfully] 'Cause they got - diff'rent strokes!
It takes - diff'rent strokes!
It takes diff'rent strokes to move the world, yes it does, it takes...
[very loudly] Diff'rent strokes to mooove the wooooooorld!

Please, suggest some other song to remove this earworm! Help me!
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    a man is booooooorn....


Aaaaaah. Tonight P and I went out for a fancy schmancy dinner, and now I am so full I will never have to eat again. Well, not until breakfast anyway. Anyway, I am too full to move, but I shall post to register my woe at my favourite umbrella FLYING AWAY FOREVER. Yes, yesterday I said "screw waiting around for couriers to turn up" and went for a bracing walk in the park, which was made even more bracing than usual by the fact that it started lashing rain when I ws half way home. Luckily I had my trusty Totes umbrella, which protected me from the icy drops. When I got home, I left it in our open porch area, as is my wont. Usually the broll is undisturbed, but today it was nowhere to be seen! Was it stolen (unlikely)? Or did it just blow away into the ether? Whatever, it was an expensive and super-light umbrella, and now it's gone forever. And I am annoyed. And also full. Burp.
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    and there ain't no nothing we can't love each other through