Although naturally I hope you will all enjoy this little clippety here embedded, I am particularly aiming it for those (un)lucky enough to live in Finland (delete as you see fit). Because, you see, you Finland-dwellers can go and vote for the dude leaping about in the clip. Ramin Sohrab he is called, and he is a participant in (Finland's) Channel Four's Talent Suomi competition. More importantly, one of the pirates attacking him at around 0:45 is my younger son. Sunday's semifinal will show a completely new (even bigger, even better) choreography, not this one here, and although I am naturally sworn to total secrecy, I can tell you my son will be one of the guys in sunglasses (in this one, he's the pirate exiting alone upstage left).
Actually, while I'm here, I can inflict something truly horrible on you all. I have been a bit sombre, not to say po-faced lately (also a bit silent, I note), and I feel it is high time to inject some healthy bollocks into the proceedings here. But BE WARNED. The link contains possibly the most annoying, and to make matters worse, simultaneously strangely compelling, even addictive, brainworm known to man. I would like to point out the link was sent to me by my son, the very one swashbuckling on youtube (and here).
I am such a proud mother. I'm sure you can see why.
Friday, November 23, 2007
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er - you're right, it's quite dodgy, rivalled perhaps only by the "Calm a Llama Down" song from The Mighty Boosh. And a great, but perhaps necesary contrast from the Miserere.
Have you ever seen the Elbow version of "Independent Woman", as performed by fag-toting kittens in flat caps? Now that is truly wondrous to behold. I'm reminded of it by the face of your llama. Let me know if you haven't seen it and I'll send you the link.
Lx
How superb. I cannot find words to appropriately articulate my sense of pride in being part of the same civilisation which has produced the llama song. It is truely a wonderous artefact from a creative mind that in past times would have endured its days pulling up turnips and chopping wood. Hooray for the division of labour and labour-saving devices, without which the llama song would never have seen the light of day.
Hello LottieP, nice to see you again. It is dodgy, is it not - the horror being I cannot help singing it to myself since my son forced it upon me a while back now. I am hoping that putting it here will make it go into somebody else's head and purge me of it. (Un)fortunately, I don't know either one of the horrors you mention, so I have a feeling I'll need to be inflicted with them next. Your mention of fag-toting kittens in flat caps do remind me of a scene of Hamlet done by cats I saw on youtube (don't ask, please).
x
Hei But Mutta, I am pleased you are so articulately impressed with the llamas, and delighted by how you (as befits a scientist) are instantly able to put the llama in the larger perspective of human social evolution. The heights our species may one day achieve, eh...
x
Hello, anna, I made it at last.
I haven't visited albino blacksheep for far too long. Thank you for reminding me why I used to go there - the Llama Song is a work of genius.
In a similar vein, and now an albino blacksheep classic, is Badger Badger. Also very addictive.
In the Llama, it is easy to hear the influence of Gilbert & Sullivan's "A Modern Major General" from "The Pirates of Penzance".
A fitting homage to G & S I think.
Well done.
Hei Szxcwagier, how nice that you finally got through and past my word ver leprechauns. Thing with them is they usually only send people ridiculous letter combinations - to my knowledge you are the first person they refused to give any letter combinations to. Surely something to feel special about.
I am also very pleased that you instantly bumped into an old friend (albino blacksheep). Not so pleased that you have now inflicted a badger brainworm upon my llama-cleansed brain (not serious, okay - all sorts of internet naffnesses are regarded as Works of Art around these parts).
In other words, Sxczswag, welcome, glad you found a way to enter comments, and can only apologise for the November-slowed reply services around these parts. Things will surely get better when the sun returns (think March, April).
Why Montag, brilliant to see you. I was only thinking about you the other day, and here you are. You are absolutely correct with regard to the G & S likeness, although I would never have spotted it myself. Funnily enough, I've always found most of G & S similarly brainwormy-annoying to listen to. The lyrics to The Modern Major General are sometimes used by theatricals as a pre-show tongue-twister to get the lips limbered so as not to stumble over one's lines, but I tend to give it a miss, for the aforementioned brain-wormy reason (I prefer to do the one that goes "What a to-do to die today, at a minute or two to two", etc).
Very lovely to see you here again, as I said, and the apologies I gave Szxcxzxwag above go to you (and everyone else visiting), too - the darkness is upon us over here in the Land of the North, and it slows me down no end. Sorry...back with renewed gusto when the light returns.
Loving the llama song, Cyberfriend, I want that wee pill, the drug that is displayed, though I cut it off (the song) before it had quite finished - sth about a treehouse is still in my head. I am still trying to work out how I can get youtube to play without stopping and starting every 3 seconds, then I can enjoy your boy as pirate...x
Hei Cyberfriend, and apologies for crap response time to you too...cutting the song before it quite reaches the end is a good move, honey, as it is looped so that it actually doesn't have one. I got sucke(re)d into watching it for quite some time, on a couple of occasions, before I rid myself of the curse by jinxing my poor readers with it.
I don't know about that thing with youtube, why it stops and starts. If you are interested, I put the dude's semifinal video here as my signature link - you see my boy very well in the last two seconds, on the right, wearing the cool shades...
Hope all is well with you, Ms Legs.
I haven't watched the clip yet. I will do eventually (well - soon), I've just been wading through sludge of late.
I just wanted to stop by and say hello to your lovely self though: hope all's well.
Hei housut, sweet of you to call, and season's greetings (lateness-apologies, in my case) to you. All is well, in its way, thank you, and I hope the same is true for you. Sludge-wading, however, seems to be in the Northern Hemisphere air. Plenty of it here, too. Time for human hibernation. Normal services returning with the sun...
Hi Anna,
I'm actually here to let you know that it's now not possible to comment on your recent post - when you click on the title it goes through to youtube where you have to sign in because the material is for over-18s (so rules me out, obviously as I have a mental age of - ), but anyway: you knew this, right? You are trying to keep out the riff raff. Sigh. I can take a hint.
But Signs, why on earth do you not just comment on the bit at the bottom which says "19 comments"?
Flabbergasted. Despairing, because I must have your comments. Where, incidentally, is your triangular mugshot?
...and your blog, for the love of Jaysus? I clicked on your name and it took me onto a page that says "Reading the Signs" and not much else. Now I'm frightened as well as flabbergasted. I will have to go and make sure your blog is still where it should be.
Also, when I said a moment ago "why don't you comment on where it says, blah blah", I naturally meant why don't you click etc. Duh. But you'll understand.
Anna, there is weirdness going on, weirdness, ok? I couldn't click on where you say because it wasn't there. But anyway, I just looked and now it's ok again. But getting into your blog is a bit hit and miss these days, just saying. I bear it, though, because it's you.
And I don't know what happened to me here, with the disappearing sign. That's weird too.
Signs, you are right. Weirdness and, I fear, bad weirdness at that. Those in power at blogger are clamping down on the more anarchic (i.e. fun, beautiful, intelligent, creative) users (i.e. us). This bodes not well, we are not amused, and I am not moving to facebook, not even if they get out the thumbscrews.
May have to move somewhere, though, if they make impossible all that is fun. And making your blog vanish like that, it's just not right.
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