No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Why aren't I in the christmas spirit this year?

The count so far is

One Christmas Team-Build

Two Christmas lunches

Three Christmas Presents

Four Christmas Cards

and countless christmas lights, crackers, carols and other festive paraphernalia.

None of it makes me want to scream or anything, but I am managing to pretend like none of it is happening. I have done no shopping for presents, and even though it is 5 days away, I don't seem to be in any rush. I am perfectly aware that I need to fix this, but I just can't get motivated. How strange.

I don't think I've ever looked forward to January before.

May contain nuts

I changed radio stations. The new one only plays music and doesn't have any annoying presenters, so not only did it not work, but I didn't actually get roused from unconsciousness until 50 minutes after it went off. And to make it all worse, I now have a very stupid annoying song in my head which I can't remember the words to. Well, unless they really are "Are we humans or are we dancers?", in which case whoever wrote it should be ashamed.

On a brighter note all round, I found my sparkly ear muffs this morning. I have been wearing them all day (yes, including whilst sat at my desk) and generally feel like a happier person for it. Having warm ears makes all the difference.

Also, I love this picture. He finally did it.

Does it rain in Alcatraz?

How many times does one person talk about the weather in one day? And to how many different people? Does anyone know the answer to that?

I discovered the other day that the only two countries in the world that are double landlocked are Liechtenstein and Uzbekistan. It made me wonder what percentage of residents of those countries have ever seen the sea. I would say that it's quite low - how depressing.

I was on the tube this morning - late for work, after an epicly wonderful 80's night - and saw a flyer for the play that I'm in next week. Freaked the HELL out of me. Let's say there's three tubes per five minutes on the Northern Line Charing Cross branch in the morning rush hour. I have no idea how many carriages there are, but let's say 5. So in a 15 minute window, you have the choice of 45 carriages. So the chances of me sitting in a seat, not only in the right carriage, but also in the right area within said carriage, are astronomical.

I want to know who put it there.

Going Henry's Way

"Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived."

"Could I behead people?"

"You might get away with it."

..."Twice?"

I'm not moving...

I've decided that I need to start writing down some sort of list as to the songs that stick in my head for a sustained period of time. It's a sort of therapy. Maybe they'll leave me the hell alone if I name and shame them. Or maybe I'll come back to this blog post at some time, see the song title and start up the little band in my head again. Worth a try though.

The song this week has been The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script. Possibly because Capital Radio play it every morning in the run up to their Jingle Bell ball or whatever it is. Great song, but still, I can never properly remember the words, which makes it so much worse.
Maybe I should change radio stations...