Sting’s backing vocal on Dire Straits’ Money For Nothing – “I want my, I want my MTV” – is the same hook as his lead in The Police, “Don’t stand, don’t stand so close to me.”
Not only that; Sting’s publishers – Virgin (there was no love lost between them and Sting) decided that it was their song, and they’d like some royalties thanks v much.
Also read something where some mad scientists are claiming water isn’t wet and just has the ability to make other things wet. Not sure if they were trolling and now my tiny mind is questioning everything.
I was standing in line at my graduation many years ago, waiting to be called forward. My surname starts with ‘S’, so I had to wait a long time. I therefore began singing the alphabet song in my head, when suddenly it hit me: in English and French, at least, we sing the alphabet song to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, and that both were actually just Mozart’s ‘Ah! vous dirai-je, maman’.
I only realised earlier this year that the red LED characters on the cover of Ghost in the Machine represent the three Police bandmates, and that was only after it was pointed out by someone
Not today either but a couple of months ago I realised the long pointy bit that sticks out as you move the jaws of a Vernier calliper is the depth gauge.
Not today either but a couple of months ago I realised the long pointy bit that sticks out as you move the jaws of a Vernier calliper is the depth gauge.
I therefore began singing the alphabet song in my head, when suddenly it hit me: in English and French, at least, we sing the alphabet song to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
I realised this a few years ago when attempting to add some sort of nursery rhyme variation to proceedings to try and get small baby to stop crying. Less the Mozart of course.
Every so often my wife says she hates getting old. And I reply it is better than the alternative.
Yeah, I remember being 25 and talking shit with my mates about how it’s better to go out in a blaze of glory when you’re young than to get old and feeble. I kinda still believe that, but each year I just figure that things are going ok and I might just give it another 12 months before I do the blaze of glory thing.
MacCruiskeen is the Third Policeman, half man half bike
Being the wrong side of 50, I take great comfort in the wise words of de Selby….
Human existence being an hallucination containing in itself the secondary hallucinations of day and night (the latter an insanitary condition of the atmosphere due to accretions of black air) it ill becomes any man of sense to be concerned at the illusory approach of the supreme hallucination known as death.
Haven’t read him for about 30yrs so forgive the wild inaccuracy, I knew ages ago it rang a bell but was thinking of Cruiskeen Lawn (‘full jug’, quite apt). I’m told a pint of plain is your only man, shall go and find out shortly
That suddenly reminds me about a night club for over 25s we used to driver past and take the piss out of for all the boring old people in there listening to shit music. Double that age next year.
“Did you ever in your life,’ he asked, ‘mount a bicycle from the right?’
‘I did not.’
‘And why?’
‘I do not know. I never thought about it.’
I never thought about it but today I realised that, unless constrained by circumstances, as a left-hander I always mount a bicycle from the right, hence a left-legger. Is that normal?