These are the fabled MIDDLE VERSES to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air; learn, and never be caught out by longform credits again...

I begged and pleaded with her day after day ( Read more... )

Wish the new Audi Suzi Quatro had written more VERB THE NOUN songs, along the line of aluminium recycling classic Can The Can. (Tis possible she cannae. No a canny wench, that un, eh?)

Say, for example...

• An anti-heroin pop smash Junk The Junk, to be later misconstrued as racist towards Chinese boats, like that’s even a real thing.
• A regretful ( Read more... )

In A-Level season, my prevaricatory powers of revision avoidance were twofold, involving either a Tenuously Linked Activity (i.e. playing a computer quest game with the instructions switched to French), or Unrelated All-Absorbing Activity (i.e. creating a monster of a fanzine). Occasionally the two worlds did meet. As when I determined to parody ( Read more... )