Friday, April 27, 2007

7.31 Three Minutes Late
I am an idiot.
I have picked up the jukebox from my desk, where It has been recharging overnight, but it is only when the train rattles into action that I realise I have left the earphones behind.

It turns out not to matter in the least

GirlWhoTalksWithHerHands and ManWhoTalksToGirlWhoTalksWithHerHands fill the journey with an argument over whether it is or, whether it is not, possible to both sing and dance at the same time. The debate may have been instigated by Jamiroquai.
GWTWHH is a staunch defender of the sing & dance brigade.

MWTTGWTWHH scores an early own goal by citing several acts who dance, but obviously couldn’t summon up a tune if they swallowed a Berkeley Square of nightingales.
GWTWHH points out the obvious “Of course they’re miming! They can't sing!.”
On her team she has Kylie, Madonna & Take That.
MWTTGWTWHH insists that singing and dancing simultaneously is physically impossible and produces his big gun: Opera.
GWTWHH says they don’t dance in opera because there isn’t any dancing in opera. And brings on 'Cats'.
MWTTGWTWHH decrees that the ones who are singing in musicals are not the ones who are dancing, they are the ones who are standing in front of the ones who are dancing.

GWTWHH unveils her trump card: "Aguilera!".
MWTTGWTWHH skilfully moves the goalposts and introduces the concept of 'proper' singing and 'proper' dancing. He theorises at some length concluding "Proper dancing - Not this waving an arm around or dangling a leg about". He has come over all Alan Sugar. There can only be one winner here.

(Apologies to anyone who may have misread the penultimate sentence)


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