Mr Wong, has got it going on,
He’s all that you need when you’re visiting Hong Kong,
What kind are my cheques?
Why, they’re American Express!
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Mr Wong,
Mr Wong. Ask for him by name!
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Mr Wong, has got it going on,
He’s all that you need when you’re visiting Hong Kong,
What kind are my cheques?
Why, they’re American Express!
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Mr Wong,
Mr Wong. Ask for him by name!
Art by Johannes Helgeson
And a list, for when the YouTube links inevitably break…
(We can observe an obvious correlation between baldness and preference for classical music)
I’ve been MIA for the last couple of days while caught up in the throes of white hot creative obsession on a project that (based on my history with these kind of things) will likely never see the light of day. But such is the lot of the autist, and at least it’s keeping me entertained and out of trouble.
Anyway, after a solid twelve hours of sitting in a chair and pounding out code I got up to go to bed and was hit with a sudden bout of dizziness which almost toppled me to the ground. As I regained my balance (a quick and easy feat due to decades of living with a dodgy ankle that has a tendency to suddenly go on strike without notice) I thought to myself “I’m so dizzy!” and a memory that has been lost in the depths of my mind for a good twenty years abruptly raced to the surface.
Said memory was of a song. A song called Dizzy from my high school days in the early 90s. I immediately recalled the tune and 90% of the lyrics, although for the life of me I couldn’t remember who recorded it. I also remembered that I was kind of obsessed with it, and – that based on the version dragged from my memory banks – being obsessed with it was rather embarrassing because it really wasn’t that good.
So off I went to bed humming the tune, and trying to remember the second half of the second verse – something about “you’ve got control of me” and needing to find a doctor?
So first thing this morning I hopped online to look it up, and discovered three things…
Yes! The guy who regularly turns up on Eight Out of Ten Cats does Countdown and famously formed a comedy due with the other guy who regularly turns up on Eight Out of Ten Cats does Countdown and who with said guy and the lovely Emilia Fox starred in the remake of Randal and Hopkirk Deceased! That Vic Reeves!
So, my mind is rather blown. One could almost say that my head is spinning…
Anyway, here is the song.
Pills! Pills! Wonderful pills!
Nothing quite like them for healing your ills!
My body won’t mug me,
And pain will not bug me,
As long as you drug me,
With wonderful pills!
As a kid in Australia in the 1980s there was no getting away from the first 54 seconds of Brian Bennett’s New Horizons, which was used as the theme to channel 9’s cricket coverage. Over the long, hot Christmas school holidays you’d switch on the TV to try and find something to relieve your boredom (which was still preferable to being in school, naturally…) and find nothing but hours and hours of cricket – possibly the most boring sport ever devised. It was probably being commentated by Richie Benaud too.
So it’s downright bizarre to discover that past the 54 seconds mark New Horizons turns into the theme from a second-rank 1970s spy thriller!
Sub-Radio are very, very good…
Confirmed magical powers of the individual known as Ronnie James Dio:
Please inform your local authorities of any further observed instances of magic use by the individual known as Ronnie James Dio. Remember – an alert community is a safe community!
The music of 100 Gecs is so bizarrely suited to my idiotic tastes that I find myself paranoid that the universe is a simulation created solely for my benefit.
God love Florence Welch, but desert dwelling nomads are probably the last people to consult about boat building