Somebody please make it stop!
Upon our return from the yulblog party, I turned on the bedroom tv to catch the last few minutes of Saturday Night Live and caught a glimpse of Gwen Stephanie. This encouraged a pair of alcool-soaked neurons to lock themselves into a perpetual embrace and I have had Rich Girl playing in my head ever since.
If I was a rich girl
nanana nana nana
nanana nana nanaaaa
Not the most dignified song to be humming when you’re a middle-aged man.
So, what’s in your head?

