Sick Days
There's almost no worse way to spend a sick day than actually being sick.Almost:
As with many people, when I'm sick I retreat into childhood, and when I'm feeling too rotten to blog, I retreat into YouTube. Here's some of it.
Before the Rutles were the Beatles. But just after the Beatles and before the Rutles were the Wombles.
Ah yes, Great-Uncle Bulgaria, Orinoco, Tobermory, Wellington, Mme Cholet ...
They totally rocked--or at least popped.
For a while there seems to have been a fad for allowing furries to entertain small children.
I suppose we all grew up terribly warped as a consequence. But at least they're not gay, or communist pimps, or cross-dressing nudists.
3 Comments:
Don't forget the Banana Splits!
And thanks for the link; off to Technorati myself.
D'oh! You need better ledes: I didn't click except by mistake, because I thought you were referring to some obscure and bizarre Quebecois or Australian Muskrat/Wombat Sid & Marty Krofft thingy.
Hope you feel better.
Norlinda
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