...you've bought a couple of CDs solely for the contribution they can make to your collection of every UK number one single ever, and once you've ripped the relevant tracks to mp3 you really have no earthly use for them whatsoever?
Or, quite conceivably, you don't know that thing where. But anyway.
What, I guess, I'm trying to say is
a.) if anyone wants a copy of Happy Days - the best of Robson and Jerome and Unbreakable - The Greatest Hits of Westlife Volume 1*, they're going free to a good home**,
b.) please don't judge me.
*Did they ever release a volume 2..?!
**Or indeed to a really really bad home. Quite frankly, if you want to use them as ashtrays it's fine by me. The only reason I don't put them to such a purpose is that neither Sarah nor I smoke...
...out of curiousity, that "Conway Twitty" is in fact a stage name. His real name is "Harold Jenkins".
Which means that someone back in the 1950s thought that "Conway Twitty" was a better name for a country singer than "Harold Jenkins". I mean, wouldn't just plain "Harry Jenkins" work fine? The mind boggles. But then I'm still not convinced that "Engelbert Humperdinck" is much of an improvement on "Arnold Dorsey," so what the heck I do know..?
...having the TV on whilst I was programming the Sky+ for a few programmes this week, and the BBC's dancing competition programme thing being on at the time, I've now got Elton John's I'm still standing going round my head...
...Greatest Ever! Electric - The Definitive Collection (one of those wonderful compilation albums you get in service stations, and which I can never get enough of because they're such fabulous collections of...well, the ones I normally go for are mainly '80s-centric material) in the car the other day.
I'd forgotten how good this song is:
This one too:
I may have turned the car stereo up to ridiculously high volumes. Which was rather a shock for Sarah when she joined me later... *ahem*
"You know, I don't think I'm going to let you stay in the film business..."
...is the theme tune to Barnaby the Bear, which...I don't know, it feels vaguely similar to I've got no strings, even though a thorough musical analysis would probably reveal no similarities. So it's probably just my imagination.