My Dog's Evil Bestowing

Can't (*wheeze*) breathe .... must (*gasp*) ... have .... aaaiiiir (*struggling to remain conscious*). 


Oh, don't worry.  I'm not having an attack, nor have I been set upon by that pantihose strangler from 'Number 96' all those years ago.  Didn't watch that show because I was too young to care.  I was old enough to care when 'Alvin Purple' was screened, but still too young to watch it, according to my parents.  I did watch it from the safety of the hallway, as I peeped around the corner and caught the odd glimpse of Graeme Blundell's buttocks, which given I was viewing as a 10yo from a clandestine position and therefore caught those glimpses between the backs of my parents' heads, seemed a tad off.  But you might be wondering what's got me clawing at the throat and on the verge of lapsing into a comatose state.  It's simple, but awful.  My dog has passed wind and left the room, and I am seriously going to have to review that mutt's diet.  The stench is hanging around like an evil entity in a horror flick, and the house might need some kind of exorcism or blessing performed by my local parish priest.  I swear the stink is going to embed itself in the clothes I am wearing, and it's just as well I've planned to wash my hair.




Just made a little list of Lost Treasures from 1979, and if you're interested, here 'tis:


1.  'Shine A Little Love' by ELO.  Yes, I'm a dag.  I love just about anything by ELO, but they do have some great production values and always manage to make the music build to an exciting climax.  Kind of like a lover in romantic fiction (don't look at me, I write satire).


2.  'Gold' by John Stewart.  You know the one, '...Singin' to my soul/there's people out there turning music into gold...'  The kids at my school used to sing, 'There's people out there turning virgins into molls.'  This was particularly popular to do when the K-Tel conglomeration was being played during needlework class (I didn't do needlework, I did commerce and had a friend inform me of this).  The girls would be at sewing machines, at their desks darning, and singing their own version until the teacher (a hobbit with old maid virtues) lost her shit.


3.  'New York Groove' by Ace Frehley.  Bit of a guilty pleasure here.  I don't think Ace is necessarily that good a singer, but he did really do something with this old Hello number. 


Anyway, kids are home, and I have to do a few chores.