Monday, March 20, 2006

Mary's Greatest Hits

Well, I was cruising around the *nsyncerator, reading our reviews, and it gave me an idea of what I would talk about. If I were in charge of the greatest hits album, what would I put on?
Let me see.

From the debut album:

According to my original review, every song deserves a place. Particularly such gems as God Must Have Spent and Sailing. However, because I know better now, there is only room for
1. I Want You Back [because I had to.]
2. Here We Go [because I want to.]
and 3. I Drive Myself Crazy [because it's actually good.]

From No Strings:
We never reviewed this, did you know that? Well, from memory, I think I'll give a place to:
4. Bye Bye Bye [for the thrus....tune.]
5. Makes Me Ill [for lack of anything better.]

From Celebrity Celebrity:
Now, this will take careful consideration. I gave some high scores.
6. Celebrity. [because i like it.]
7. Up Against the Wall [because i like it more.]
8. Selfish [because all I want is your love.]

and last but not least, from the Christmas album:
9. O Holy Night [because it's lovely]
10. The Only Gift [because it makes me laugh]

and as a special bonus track:
11. This Is Where The Party's At [just to make sure we know.]

For something that's meant to be the best album, NSA doesn't do very well. I can't believe we never reviewed it. Or Justified. How remiss of us.

Clouds: Patron Goddesses of the Layabouts

At least, according to Aristophanes. After the mockage the idea of a blog recieved this evening I felt compelled to write something. Of course I have little to say, given I am going nowhere and doing nothing at the moment. We're all turning into a bunch of morons and by the end of the year will hate each other, from hours of being closeted in the living room watching soccer.

Not looking at anyone while I say that, of course.

Not that I don't like soccer. [Yes, I don't.]

Now, having established that, I have nothing to say. I'm talking to George online, and I know you're awake...can see your light under your door. What a sad flat this is. Speaking of which, we need a name for the New Flatmate. also the Boy Next Door is no longer, um, next door. Should we replace that too?

And now, for a mandatory cricketing mention: [heh, MANdatory MENtion...]

Franky. What a man. He amuses me no end.

Much like McCullum. What a little man.

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