So Mr. Sweetypants is en route to Cairo. We've sung about this trip all week.
Steve, having grown up in the United Kingdom with two-tone, in a land where Madness were known for more than "Our House," has been singing "Night Boat to Cairo."
I, having Robert Smith to thank for getting me through my angst when I was a frustrated young weirdo, contributed to our medley by waiting for breaks in his verse to sing (loudly), "f-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o are are are oh!"
We kid ourselves and think we are the cleverest songsters in the world with our daily arias. But it's silly and pointless to debate over those two songs, because, clearly, the greatest song ever written about Egypt was released when I was an underaged club girl. So I declare a truce as I take time out to curl and tease my perm and squeeze into my mini-skirt.
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Any chance the two of you would be interested in adopting a grown woman as your child?
:)
Absolutely Diff - we've been accepting applications for a while. Social services have frowned on us a prospective parents however on the grounds that any ward of ours may starve.
What, no "Walk like an Egyptian"?!?
Meg - I tried, but nobody would buy it. It's like 1986 never happened. We wish!
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