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Ah, now that does make sense, and I probably can do that too, although I’ve never thunk about it before.

I’m actually generally pretty good at knowing when it’s Saturday or Sunday anyway. But midweek? Who knows – or cares?

I just look at my weeks pill box. In combination with my repeat-until-cancelled “Have you taken your tablets?” alert, this pretty much nails it!

The unexpected benefits of decrepitude!

The unexpected benefits of decrepitude!

Today I took my cocktail of tablets and thought “Friday – what happens on a Friday? Ah – News Quiz at half-past six!”

Ah, now, I only have one tablet a day, and take it with my breakfast, no pill box. Not gone wrong yet…

Friday 24th of January 2020 is a special day here, no errors here: we’re waiting for a phone call from our solicitor saying he has the keys for us for our new (old) house!

Friday – what happens on a Friday? Ah – News Quiz at half-past six!

Whereas my butterfly brain wandered off to the song:
“Today’s Sa’urday
Today’s Sa’urday
Sa’urday is pay day,
Friday is fi-ish,
Thursday is soo-oop…”

(before you ask, “Sa’urday” is “Saturday” with a glottal stop instead of a T, and is a faithful representation of how the song was originally performed)

Showin’ yer age, young man!

Which also stands as an unfortunate example of the evolution of language.

See also https://peculiar-poetry.com/paul-curtis/short/nursery-rhyme-parodies/4.htm

I was thinking more along the lines of ’Today’s Monday’ by The Scaffold…

I think we knew that, Grahame 8~) or that Mr Painting was, anyway.

Whereas mine is

’Twas on a Monday morning, when I beheld ma darling
She looked so neat and charming in every high degree
She looked so neat and nimble oh, a washing of her linen oh
Dashing away with a smoothing iron she stole ma heart away.

It’s not the note itself, but the way it sounds on the instrument it is played on in the original recording

Exactly this. If you’re good, you might be able to get the song from the gentle fist flicks at the very beginning duh-du-du-du… but if you’ve been conscious for the last thirty years, you’ll get it from the very first BAM! (BAM-BAM-BAM! BAM-BAM-BAM! BAM! BAM! BAAAAM!!! (YES, IT NEEDS TO BE WRITTEN IN BOLD CAPITALS)).

Or for one very similar in idea:

Africa (drums), Baby I Love Your Way (hissing), Don’t Stop Believing (piano chord), Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and Kyrie (some sort of synth), Total Eclipse Of The Heart (piano, but sounds sombre), China In Your Hand (reverb (!) violin pluck), Silver Thunderbird (piano chord, but badass), Your Latest Trick (sax).

Numerous iconic song openings that can be picked up from literally the first note, but as Grahame says, it isn’t the note so much as how it is played (and with what). If you happen to know Don’t Stop Believing, try to imagine it beginning with… oh, I don’t know, guitar strumming rather than the piano. It really wouldn’t be the same thing.

Okay Clive, I’ll raise you:

I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet…

Don’t know that one, Rick 8~(

Much more recent that my last one,

Spring’s a girl on the streets at night

Dashing away with a smoothing iron she stole ma heart away.

You are NOT old enough to know that from new.

Much more recent that my last one,

Be honest, you’re much recent than you last one. Yes, it made appearances on Children’s Favourites back when I were but a..

You are NOT old enough to know that from new.

Indeed not. As I wrote some few posts back, As for songs – I know the words to a few hundred songs, many of them things my mother used to sing when I was a child, stuff dating from before I was born.

Missed earlier.

Monday’s child is fair of face

Generalisations just don’t work. I can confirm the validity of my statement with a quick glance in the mirror.

Generalisations just don’t work.

True. I ain’t exactly full of the grace I ought to be, being a Tuesday child. On the other hand, my wife’s name is Grace.

I… was born on a Sunday.

I’m not gay (either meaning). Or bonny. Or good.

Blithe? What an odd thing to put in there. Did it mean something different back then, rather than its “casual indifference” and “callous disregard” meaning that we use nowadays (blithely driving on the wrong side of the road)?
I’m not blithe either. I’m stoic.

Trump… was born on a Friday. I rest my case.

I ain’t exactly full of the grace I ought to be, being a Tuesday child. On the other hand, my wife’s name is Grace.

No, passing that opportunity for inappropriate comment.

Or at least, phrasing it relatively subtly.

For what it’s worth, Grace is a Saturday child. Our son and grandson are Tuesday like me, daughter’s a Monday, and son-in-law Friday.

Rick’s case rested in the three Tuesday cases, others not so much.

Rick’s case rested in the three Tuesday cases,

That sounds like a pile that’s one door slam away from falling over.

Entropy, you know, it’s the order of things.

The OED gives three meanings for blithe (the noun is bliss) in order of historical development:

1. kind, gentle,
2. happy, carefree,
3. uncaring.

One of those words which has gradually morphed to mean its opposite.

And oft bothe blysse and blunder
Ful skete hatz skyfted synne.

Well, it’s been a year. I think you should finally tell us everything!)

Lines 18, 19 of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight . Not the response you sought? Sorry. It is intended as a description of Brexitland, actually. Well, the blunder part, anyway.

I think “blunder” is far too polite a word to describe the actual situation.

I’m sure the Tories are praying daily for Covid to hang around, as it’s a useful scapegoat:

no, the country going bankrupt has nothing to do with Brexit, it's because Covid

no, the New Troubles on the border have nothing to do with Brexit, it's because... oh cack... that excuse won't work... LOOK! THINK OF THE CHILDREN!