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Busted's rendition of Teenage Kicks, that is. And it's nice that a new generation of fans are getting hear a classic song, not to mention one that defined my youth. *g*
But.
The Undertones did it better.
They didn't get to No 1, but then in those ancient days of yore bands had to sell a hell of a lot more records to get to No 1 in the UK pop charts than now.
And, I have to admit to a bit of snobbish worry that when I'm blasting out my copy of the Undertones' version of "Teenage Kicks" in the car people are gonna think that I'm (whisper it) listening to Busted. Yep, it's official, I'm getting old.
And knackered. Haven't posted much lately because I've been way too tired. I've been dragging myself through the day and collapsing exhausted at night and falling into bed early. Last night I went to bed at 9.30pm, which is ridiculous. Even taking into account my 6.30am start that's still 9 hours 'rest' (despite the fact that I was exhausted it took me ages to get to sleep). But I used to get by on 6 hours during the week and perhaps 8 hours at the weekend with no problems at all.
Last Saturday I went to a friend's house for the day. It was lovely to get out of London (they live in a gorgeous Berkshire village), enjoy a good lunch and good company, not to mention a long walk. But I paid for it the next day. Sunday I was barely capable of doing anything. Staggered to Sainsbury's, did the ironing and that was pretty much it. The rest of the time I slumped listlessly on the sofa, couldn't even be bothered to watch a DVD or video. Ouch.
I've finally succumbed and booked a doctor's appointment to see if anything can be done about the chronic fatigue. It's just as well I booked the appointment, which is for Monday, as I've now got an ear infection. Oh joy. All this when I'm very busy at work and am in the midst of recruiting a paralegal team to help out on one of my cases, so I can't be ill as I've got too many people depending on me to tell them what to do until they're really up and running.
This self-pitying whinge brought to you courtesy of Mandragora Productions.
But.
The Undertones did it better.
They didn't get to No 1, but then in those ancient days of yore bands had to sell a hell of a lot more records to get to No 1 in the UK pop charts than now.
And, I have to admit to a bit of snobbish worry that when I'm blasting out my copy of the Undertones' version of "Teenage Kicks" in the car people are gonna think that I'm (whisper it) listening to Busted. Yep, it's official, I'm getting old.
And knackered. Haven't posted much lately because I've been way too tired. I've been dragging myself through the day and collapsing exhausted at night and falling into bed early. Last night I went to bed at 9.30pm, which is ridiculous. Even taking into account my 6.30am start that's still 9 hours 'rest' (despite the fact that I was exhausted it took me ages to get to sleep). But I used to get by on 6 hours during the week and perhaps 8 hours at the weekend with no problems at all.
Last Saturday I went to a friend's house for the day. It was lovely to get out of London (they live in a gorgeous Berkshire village), enjoy a good lunch and good company, not to mention a long walk. But I paid for it the next day. Sunday I was barely capable of doing anything. Staggered to Sainsbury's, did the ironing and that was pretty much it. The rest of the time I slumped listlessly on the sofa, couldn't even be bothered to watch a DVD or video. Ouch.
I've finally succumbed and booked a doctor's appointment to see if anything can be done about the chronic fatigue. It's just as well I booked the appointment, which is for Monday, as I've now got an ear infection. Oh joy. All this when I'm very busy at work and am in the midst of recruiting a paralegal team to help out on one of my cases, so I can't be ill as I've got too many people depending on me to tell them what to do until they're really up and running.
This self-pitying whinge brought to you courtesy of Mandragora Productions.
