Picking Cherries from a Thorn Bush…

I had a small epiphany last night – a song came on the radio that ordinarily wouldn’t get my attention; I admit my hand quivered over the off knob. Yet I recoiled… there was a lyric in said song I found interesting nay almost profound. I lay awake later that night compiling a list born of my insomnia of good things born of a bad source:

A ray of light that bursts through the clouds on a dull day, the cream on a Bird’s Trifle (there as your reward for enduring the sponge and jelly), freewheeling down a hill after a punishing ascent, Natasha Kaplinksy’s flawless face in the trash that was Channel 5 news (feel free to disagree). Then there’s John Sergeant – it’s hard to look at him and not feel bilious – yet he’s so articulate and endearing I’d rather go the pub with him and be regaled over a guinness than have the company of a taut bodied, brainless bimbette who requires everything explained to her at every turn (at least I think I’d rather).

For what it’s worth – the song that gave me my ‘mini moment’ was ‘Womanizer’ by Britney… and the lyric ‘the swagger of a superstar’.

 

 

addendum: Britney didn’t write the song – Nikesha Briscoe, Rafael Akinyemi did so. That figures.

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Museworthy Man

Typically atypical man from Manchester with aspirations that'll never/maybe/could one day be realisations :-D

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