First, my favourite non-twin-related moment of the summer thus far. At our coffee place the other morning, one of our friends says, "there's Bryan Adams in line". Kate immediately blushes about four shades of crimson and reaches up to fix her hair. It turns out it's just some local schmo named Adams, not the can-con pop star best known for performing the cheesy Robin Hood theme and for singing a horrendous duet with a Spice Girl. Kate fell in love with him as a pre-teen, and apparently isn't quite over him yet. Interestingly, when we started dating, Kate pronounced that when a band starts singing about horses, you know they're officially, pathetically done (in the process, winning an argument about U2's place in rock history - evidence Achtung Baby's "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses"). Well, a visit to Wikipedia shows that young Bryan's first ever album was called "If Wishes Were Horses" - what a fitting way to launch a sad career. I can't believe that Kate would leave me for this clown.
The kids would have played this game all day, non-stop, if I'd let them - chasing each other around the chair, stopping, letting the other one catch up, and then giggling uncontrollably.
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That's hilarious! What a horrendous album title. It makes me cringe just to imagine the lyrics on that one. Once a friend and I listened to the Robin Hood song on repeat all the way from Waterloo to the cottage...and we got lost on the way so it was an even longer drive than usual.
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