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Thursday, 12 December
There is a Thing Lodged in My Skull
Tonight starts the last weekend of performances for the dinky little cabaret I'm doing. I will dress up in my finest and in a couple hours I'll be strutting across the stage belting out (to the extent that I belt, which is minimal; my technique might more accurately be described as Sans-A-Belt) lyrics like this:
I've got a tiny little pot
Ah! Ooh! It sings and dances too!
Seriously. Go ahead and get that cocktail you're suddenly craving. I'll wait. Yes, I'll be right here, humming the ineradicable goddamn song about dancing cookware that will never, ever leave my head.
In fact, bring me a cocktail too. Make mine a double.
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Several years ago, I played Flint in a stock production of Something's Afoot, a musical parody of Ten Little Indians. My big song was the double entendre-laced "Dinghy" (wherein I implore the ingenue to escape the murderous mayhem about by sailing away from the island with me and my "teeny little dinghy".
That was nearly a decade ago and I still wake up with that song in my head sometimes.
Wake up screaming, I mean.
Izzlepfaff: wake up screaming.
"I wander through the wide, wide world,
As vast as the plains, as wide as the sea,
Hey, it's Zurls!
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