Item 1: Friday the tune stuck in my head for most of the day was “When I Fall in Love”. Ah, the old Nat King Cole classic, I hear you say. Yes, well, except the guy crooning in my head was Rick Astley (he was also walking around among snowy threes, all in my head of course). Drat. Anyhow, I don’t think I’ve heard that version since it was a hit (or a flop, can’t remember quite which) back in the stone age (late eighties?), so who knows where my subconscious found it. But then I turn on TOTP2 this weekend, and guess who’s on? You’re right, a very sincere-looking Rick crooning as if his life depended on it (well, I guess it did, his livelihood, anyway). I thought he was dishy when I was 13. My taste, thank god, has changed somewhat. Besides, he looks so young. (OMG, I just did a google on Rick Astley to find out how old he was back then and it turns out there’s an official Rick Astley web site. I don’t know why I’m surprised, there seems to be an official website for just about everything, but somehow I hadn’t expected it… Well, in fact, the official website was useless, I couldn’t find his birthdate there – found it on another page, though. Born in 66. So… that would make him… 87-66 is 21. Crikey! 21! No wonder my present self thought he looked young!)
Item 2: Yesterday evening I was working on the NMWL webpage rewrite and realised I needed to eat. I finally managed to tear myself away from the screen, and just as I got to the kitchen the cd on the stereo got round to “Be Our Guest” from Beauty and the Beast (I was listening to a Disney compilation, obviously). My subconscious playing a part? Perhaps, but I’d been thinking about getting up for over half an hour and had just finished a file and managed to get away without giving in to the temptation to start on another one.