Paul Whybrow
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And there's a lot of him.. So tall! I'd probably only be able to reach up to his -
Sting and friends
I’ve been preparing to turn myself into a narrator, by watching YouTube videos. I did so for eight hours today, which didn’t feel at all productive, even though I learnt lots of things.
Out of the blue, an old Bing Crosby song came to me, which struck me as appropriate for those in lockdown champing at the bit:
Knees, wasn't that what you were going to say, @Hannah? Knees?I'd probably only be able to reach up to his -
No. I shouldn't say.
Hannah was going to say knees. KNEES.Oh go on, @Hannah F – say!
Of course! Thank you @Emily, that's the word. It was on the tip of my tongue...Hannah was going to say knees. KNEES.
From an article in today's Guardian about Scottish indie pop band Belle and Sebastian's choice of lockdown music, their own song about the crisis:
One of the (vanishingly few) bonuses of living in a shed during lockdown is that, though we keep eating more and more, we burn it all off just keeping warm.