… the traditional response is trust in the Lord but N2, once you’ve done that, is to make a comedic [sic] song about the whole thing, whatever the whole thing is at the time.
So I went searching [and retching], searching [and retching] and the first one which came up was sick – it was real footage of hazmat Chinese making sufferers dance. The rap numbers on youtube also weren’t good at all.
Then I found a gangnam karaoke and as the words were in Korean, it would do but then I got ill again and haven’t written it yet. That’s when I saw this girl and thought her attempt was nice:
Finally saw Kevin’s and thought hmmmm, probably can’t be beaten:
Memo to self – when using the traditional Russian and backwoodsman solution, there’s much science behind it:
… but possibly not with chapped lips.
I’ve only just looked at the Dave Allen clip. Funnily enough I have considered mentioning that as alcohol is a preservative we ought to keep topped up. You sort of beat me to it.
I do like the alternate words to Fly me to the Moon.
Fly me to Kowloon
To play among the Sars
To see what Spring is like, on a Jupiter or Mers
In other words, wash your hands
In other words, don’t kiss me.
The new official name for this virus is Covid19. To me that sounds a bit too much like bird flu, crows and magpies being corvids. Wouldn’t fancy eating them, I’ve seen what they eat. And it ain’t salad.
Keep plugging away James. We’re a tough generation, made of nails.
Corvidmania – sounds delightful.
I thought the girl at the mic did better than the guy at the piano. But hey, what do I know. Laugh as you get in the tumbril.