Because it wouldn’t be Christmas without it. “I am playing all the right notes…”
So this is how I want my 2010 to look. How’s yours shaping up?
Mee mee mee mee mee. Meeeeee mee meee meee mee. Mee mee.
A proposed series of experiments designed to test the scientific validity of Britain’s songwriters.
That the lyric “slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball” is not only coke-addled, cod-psychedelic whimsy of the very worst kind, and so irritating that I’m still furious about it 14 years after I first heard it, but that it’s also unworkable in a universe of Newtonian physics.
Noel Gallagher, 1 Cannon, 1 Cannonball.
We set Noel Gallagher walking down a hall as slowly as he likes. We load the cannon with gunpowder and a cannonball. We aim the cannon at Noel Gallagher. We fire the cannon.
General fun and merriment at the very least.
Somebody really needs to fund this experiment, in the interests of expanding human knowledge, and in the interests of expanding Noel Gallagher’s surface area all over a corridor. Come on!
HYPOTHESIS: “You and I are gonna live forever.” MATERIALS: Liam Gallagher, 1 Cannon, 1 Cannonball.
ps this was my 200th post. Glad I used it for something worthwhile.
Revenge. From the album of the year, Dark Night of the Soul by Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse and David Lynch.
Christmas is celebrated around the world as the time of year at which we give thanks for the many excellent 3-for-2 offers in Boots and Marks & Spencer.
The tradition of eating a turkey at Christmas was started by a goose.
In one of the infinite number of parallel universes predicted by quantum theory, it really is Christmas every day, and Roy Wood is curled up in the corner of a tinsel-filled room surrounded by fake snow and children in chunky knitted woollen hats, and he’s weeping glittery glam tears and whispering: “make it stop, make it stop, please Jesus for just one day make it stop.” And then the kids start singing and the band begins to play, and he weeps some more.
More facts next time, fact fans!