It's been a couple of weeks since I've blogged, so you'd think that I'd at least have the decency to make this a good one, wouldn't you. Well tough luck kids, because I don't really have much to say. But you've got to learn at some point, it's a tough world out there and you can't always get what you want. Which reminds me of something that has been playing on my mind a bit recently, in a round about sort of way.
Have you heard that new song by The Wanted? I didn't really know who they were, so I looked them up. As it turns out, they are a fairly generic British boy band. Not really my thing, but actually not too terrible. Until they recently released a monstrosity of a song called "Walks Like Rihanna". It seems to be based around the concept that you can be quite generally shit at everything, but it'll be ok if you walk like Rihanna. Riiiiiiiiight. Does this mean I need to start striding around the place, punctuating my strut with the occasional slut drop on my way over to the office printer? It's inadvisable. I suggested it last week on Facebook, my friend gave it a go, and HR are now involved. I think I'll carry on with my usual plodding gait and be done with it.
This is not the first time that songsters have advised us to do this sort of thing. Remember when Maroon 5 tried to suggest that it would be a good thing if we all had Moves Like Jagger? Good lord. The man's about 203 years old. And he moved like he didn't have full control of his limbs when he was in his prime. Yesterday, a friend of mine commented that he looked like a giant twiglet. This is true. A twiglet that doesn't have full control of his limbs. And probably tastes considerably less Marmitey, so WHAT'S THE POINT.
And where will this nonsense end? Will we at some point in the near future be urged to have Hair Like Donald Trump? Toes Like Megan Fox's Thumbs?! (seriously she has toe thumbs, Google it). Call me old fashioned, but for now I'm going to stick to having Naps Like Your Nana.