Showing posts with label Andrew Bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Bird. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 September 2023

Snapshots #309 - A Top Ten OH NO! Songs

Oh no! I tried to find a picture of Bill Maynard holding a camera, to remind you all of the TV show Oh No, It's Selwyn Froggitt... but sadly, I failed. So here's Chris Hemsworth instead. Same difference?

Ten songs that will make go cry Oh No! 


10. Duke is still waiting for his test results.

Can someone please mark Ellington's test?

Marc Ellington - Oh No, It Can't Be So

9. Found in undeveloped countries and over the top melodramas.

UndevELOped countries and over the top mELOdramas.

ELO - Oh No, Not Susan!

8. Friends with Troy Tempest, and a girl's best friend.

Troy Tempest was the captain of Stingray. Marina was on his crew.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Marina & The Diamonds - Oh No! (I Feel Like I'm The Worst So I Always Act like I'm The Best)

7. Presidents of the Yacht Club.

The president of a yacht club is called a commodore.

The Commodores - Oh No

6. Garfield meets Charlie Parker.

Andrew Garfield + Bird...

Andrew Bird - Oh No

5. Astonishing barks.

Bow Wow Wow - Baby, Oh No

4. Ludwig's holiday retreat.

Beethoven liked to get away in his camper van.

Camper Van Beethoven - Oh No!

3. Towel, please!

To dry that appendage...

Wet Leg - Oh No

2. Fancy a steak, now you're 16?

Johnny Burnette sang You're 16. He was partial to a nice T-bone.

T Bone Burnett - Oh No, Darling

1. Sounds like a healthier Nightingale.

Maxine Nightingale would be healthier if she ate brown bread...

1. Maxine Brown - Oh No, Not My Baby

Yes, I know Rod did that too... but honestly, which is the better version?


Snapshots will be back next Saturday... Oh yes!

Thursday, 12 November 2020

Positive Songs For Negative Times #33: Sisyphus

 


I go to work three days a week and sit (for the majority of my time) in an empty classroom. I speak to disembodied boxes, most of whom don't turn their microphones or their cameras on and will only communicate with me via chat messages. Occasionally I go to greet a small group of students who are actually allowed into the building. I tell them to put their masks on, sanitise their hands, then follow me through the one way system. 

A couple of weeks back, the number in the group hit 8 and I had to find a bigger classroom to allow for 2 metres social distancing. I can take my mask off in the room as long as I don't cross the line taped to the floor in front of the teacher's desk. If a student has a query that involves me looking at the screen they're working on (no books, I can't take in books, mark books, touch books), the mask goes back on and I stand closer, still 2 metres away though, and try to peer across at their screen.

On Wednesday morning I arrived in a classroom on the north side of the building and decided I needed a coffee. To get that coffee, and get back to the classroom, I had to walk round the whole building, clockwise, four times.

On Thursday and Friday I still work from home. But that's worse, because there's no wall between work and home at all then. They bleed into each other.

Friday night arrives and I sit down exhausted in front of the TV to eat my fish fingers and Louise usually remarks how quickly it's come round again. I breathe a sigh of relief and sleep well. By Saturday afternoon, I'm dreading work again.

And repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat. 



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