superstars and cannonballs

I feel like it’s been a long time since I wrote a truly random post. I mean, I know a lot of my posts are kind of random but, if you look back at some of my older posts (if you can be bothered), you’ll find ones in which I just jump from one thought to the next with no/minimal attempt at a segue. Not that this is necessarily good or bad.

Looking back at older posts, and seeing who commented and liked them always makes me wonder who still reads my blog…

The other day, I was at a friend’s house, and a friend of this friend was choosing and playing some songs on a laptop. There were plenty of hits from the ’90s and other songs that conjure up fond memories, but I had not expected her to choose ‘The Animal Song’ by Savage Garden, which is actually my most favourite song ever. I didn’t think that anyone still remembered that song.

Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand…

I was also pleasantly surprised when I selected it at karaoke last night, and almost everyone sang along (well, I think they did – I was too busy singing to really notice). Sure, there was a little bit of confusion at the start when people were trying to think of what the song sounded like, but once the music and lyrics kicked in, I was definitely not the only one belting it out.

I would like to note at this point, for the benefit of readers unfamiliar with karaoke, that there are two types of karaoke: one where you stand on a stage in a pub or restaurant or something, and another where you’re with a group of friends in a dedicated karaoke room. I only ever participate in the latter, as I do not have the confidence or talent to partake in the former.

I actually read somewhere recently that karaoke has been “scientifically” proven to be good for mitigating stress because of its effects on heart rate and breathing, particularly when groups sing together, so it was great to go out with this group of friends from work last night and do just that.

I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair
And the sand at my feet…

Hmm… this post doesn’t seem nearly as random as I had intended it to be… Oh well, no matter. It’s lunchtime now and the smell of garlic bread is wafting over from the kitchen.


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