I’m back from my holiday in Greece, which was very enjoyable (thank you for asking). As George Michael’s ‘Outside’ played one evening, I thought what a clever and naughty twist on the local music. However, as soon as the song finished, a chap bounded up to the keyboard and began playing older Greek songs. He looked like an accountant who had been asked at the last minute whether he had any hobbies. The squelchy fuzz of his instrument was the soundtrack to a series of disappointing fairground rides you have thankfully never been on.
And while I was away, I wrote this:
We assumed it was a spelling error
And assumed it was a tribute act.
We sat in the second row in terror
As we realised that it was in fact
An unrhythmical mess
And a deliberate extra s.