It's been a tough day, chickens. An old gent cussed me out for next to no reason, then to cap it off rang back and made the same complaint to a co-worker after he refused to speak to me (the nerve!), I have work out the whazoo, one of the staff is resistant to some improvements I want to make... and as we've already established, I have ailments. Ack. I could use a drink.
The closest thing to a remedy I have to hand right now is my boss's "80's Dance Fever!" CD currently playing in my computer. Rick Astley just promised me personally that he's never gonna give me up, he's never gonna let me down, never gonna run around or desert me, he's never gonna make me cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell me lies or hurt me. Now, on the advice of the Kane Gang, I'm respecting myself.
It helps.
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whatever gets you through the day
If I may quote Spandau Ballet (and I believe I can):
"You're indestructible. Always believe it"
Oh dear. I hope things looked up later.
Why do I have the strong but wholly unsubstantiated suspicion that the years have not been kind to Herr Astley?
You need some ABBA.
dear me!
what a remedy you propose!
well, strong illness need strong medicine....
Thanks all! Michael, I suspect you're right about Herr Astley - I mean you just have to look at Pete Burns and Adam Ant to understand how the years take their toll on some of these 80s stars. MG, good call! Ur-spo, there's no stronger medicine.
Yeah, great. Now I'm going to struggle all day to get a frickin' Rick Astley song out of my head.
Joy.
You're never gonna give it up..
oooh I heard poor Mista Astley had a fear of flying and that put an end to his career, such as it was. I think he had a stunning voice, well proven when he did that Nat King Cole cover. but the SA&W stuff... *shudder* what a star to pin your hopes on.
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