Right, time to blow the cobwebs off this mother I think. I've had enough of winter, enough of the coalition, the build-up to the build-up to the presidential race in a country thousands of miles away, the BBC fawning over the monarchy, Cameron having an opinion on everything, top-level football and all its attendant hype, homegrown players throwing themselves around football pitches like they were auditioning for the lead role in a Jurgen Klinsmann biopic, racism (but not Racey. You can never have too much Racey), award ceremonies, red carpets, pop stars popping their clogs, panel shows, bills, people with a sense of entitlement, people whinging on blogs, people not getting irony, people called Alan Shearer, that new bloke on Countdown, and people doing better than me in the fantasy football. You know who you are. But enough of all that. Time to get back to the music I think. As of now this blog is officially in a 'go' situation!
Hands up everyone who'd forgotten how chuffing marvellous this song is?
The Feel It Advent-ure 2024: Door 22
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So there I was, still in the Imperial boxes. I'm not at all sure why I
picked this one out. I had never heard of Jimmy Griffin, and there was no
one listed...
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11 comments:
A great big massive welcome back. *Puts on some Racey to celebrate* all together now...."Some girls will, some girls won't...."
Aw, thanks Laura!
*plans Racey post for the morra*
Welcome back. My hand's up.
Cheers guys. Actually the singer from Racey had a bit of the Klinsmanns about him. I think we've found our leading man. (He won't have aged at all over the course of the past 35 years, right?)
Olympics. You forgot to complain about the Olympic coverage starting already! Otherwise agree with everything :) (finding white socks ready for Racey revival)
D'oh! I knew there was something.
This Racey revival's gonna be huge!
I once dreamt that I won a shed load of money and bought Klinsmann for Airdrie.
It would have been great to hear the chant at Broomfield, we were still playing there then. Jurgen, Jurgen, jurgen home in a fuckin ambulance.
Sick of winter and Cameron. Also slightly bemused by the England job being refered to as the top job in football management. For me that accolade would be boss of, oh i don't know let's pluck a couple of teams out of thin air Barca or Inter Milan, possibly? And don't try to tell me that the knob meant the top job in England.
Racey, nah, sorry, they were pish
Cracker! (I'm talking about the song, not addressing Sarah Cracknell informally.)
I'm practising my trendy dancing in anticipation of the Racey revival.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofDCsRhT57o&feature=player_detailpage
My hand's up too.
And at least you can offset the new bloke on Countdown with Rachel Riley...
I heard they were gonna replace Rachel & Susie with Alan Sugar and Karren Brady. Thankfully that was just from the voices in my head, but.
We'll have that trendy dancing crack(nell)ed by the end of the day McSutts!
Thank God. A sage and rational sunshine voice fighting through the mid-winter mire.
And as for you, Kips ...
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