Indescision sealed my fate. The 'On Air' light was glowing, rooting me to the seat as Wes hit the button on the desk and Jess rocked with silent, malign glee. And they played this song.
Jess had been sitting on Bondi beach getting her backside burned, listening to this and had a 'eureka' moment, apparently. I can tell you, if I was lying on Bondi beach, this blog would be the last thing on my mind, but there's no account for Aussies...
So yes, it is where the name of this blog came from. And it is an inspiration to be be proud of, too.
Have a nice weekend y'all!
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6 comments:
Australian women are a mysterious breed
Was it REALLY that much of a mystery??!
Er, what Anon said: didn't everyone know that? No hands up who knows where 'Probably Madrid' comes from.
Pip. You can sing that one.
Keefie, it was never really a 'secret'. But apparently it's not blindingly obvious, either - I've been asked about it a number of times. And it was nice of them to play the tune, no?
Those guys are in the 30s right? And it wasn't blindingly obvious? Shame on them!!
Aside from the self-regarding tone of this piece, why is the word "fake" necessary? (Please also ask Thom Yorke).
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