Ok, so this morning the jukebox in my head has been playing a line from one of the Eurovision entries this year: “He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder.” It is a line that begs one of two questions. Either “So, who were the other six?” or “So which of the seven wonders of the world are you discarding to make room for him?” Methinks the songwriter got his metaphors muddled. These pesky numbers, it’s hard to remember when it’s 7th and when it’s 8th. Here’s an easy rule for you: 7 and heaven rhyme. 7 and wonder do not rhyme.
Uh. Left my mobile at home today, so don’t try to phone me.