Absolutely beautiful, and originally posted here in 2007 by Spike as part of this post.
Released as a single in the UK in 2007, and arguably one of Annika Norlin's greatest compositions, this song has, bizarrely, failed to appear on any Hello Saferide album to date. Quite simply, it is three minutes and eight seconds of pure, unbridled pop genius!
Not a lot of people know this track. But they should as, like the Hello Saferide song, it's joyous, life-affirming stuff. Rocking Girl originally appeared here as part of this Three of a Kind post on Norwegian pop.
Right, that'll do for today I think. More of the same at some point in the not-too-distant future I shouldn't wonder.
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Hello, hello. Can you hear me mother?
Kips - are you ok?
Ah bless you Dickie. I'm doing an extended bout of jury service at the moment (and hating every minute of it) so can't really get my head round the blogging thing just now.
Like a bad smell, though, I shall return!
Great to hear from you BTW :)
Actually, bad smells linger, don't they? It's bad pennies I'm thinking of. Anyway, yeah, that's me.
Just dropped in to badger you into doing a post-noughties post but I see dick's beaten me to it.
Smell ya later.
I'd like to hear this track, but the link has gone. Could you re-up? Please!!
He dunnit, you can tell by 'es eyes.
I'll bear that in mind!
Mick, I'll get there one of these days, promise.
12 good men. Cogitating and deliberating.
Are you out? It's not interfering with your Fantasy Football as you study the form between exhibits A-Z.
Get Judge Pickles to take a majority decision. Forensics and DNA don't lie. Well, not very often anyway. The answer can usually be found on the underpants.
Eat the biscuits, but whatever you do, don't catch the stare of the accused's brothers in the gallery; cracking their knuckles and drawing a line across the throat. Stig O'Tracy's bark has always been worse than his bite. ('Cept when he munched that bloke's ear off in the Tap Room of The Blind Beggar in '73). They say he's found God and is a Quaker now - possibly in account of all that porridge.
They think it's all over... it's not yet!
I like to think of the judge as Judge Nutmeg, in tribute to Bob Mortimer's custodian of law & order from Vic Reeves Big Night Out, all those years ago. My judge lacks the chair on wheels that Nutmeg enjoyed, though - or at least he's not given any indication of possessing one as yet.
Anyway, yes. Hours of fun.
Tell em to check the underpants again. Properly this time. It's February now, ffs. You'll have done a longer stretch than the accused.
Is there a bird wiv big tits you can do a Reggie Perrin about in those duller Old Bailey moments?
Aye, this jury service lark's a marathon not a sprint for sure. It's a bit like watching the world's longest goalless draw. I'm actually enjoying it a bit more now, though, ironically. (I think I may have become institutionalised.)
Reggie may well have taken a shine to the stenographer. Funnily enough I was just thinking about him the other day when Andy Murray was snapped doing that massive roar at the Australian open. He reminded me of Reggie's mother-in-law at that moment.
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