This blog carries a self-indulgent big fat birthday blog warning, stuffed with tuneage and cakeage. If you read it you might get a hangover, or at the very least a slight headache…
Inauspiciously and unwittingly I started this blog 2 years ago today. The first year was more like a gestation period though, given that I only posted a handful of times. What better way to celebrate than with a boogie, even if I can’t follow the strictly disco brief I seem to have set myself. The quiet storm in me just keeps creeping in…
These are listed in the order I’d play them. Just as I don’t do matching, I can’t seem to do even numbers either.
Faithless – Insomnia
DJ Luck & MC Neat – You Show me Happiness / Tell me that it’s Real
Chic – Le Freak
Daft Punk – One More Time
Happy Mondays – Step On
David Guetta vs. The Egg – Don’t Let Me Go
Michael Jackson – Don’t Stop ’til You Get Enough
Arrested Development – Mr Wendal
Fatboy Slim – Praise You
Billy Ocean – Red Light Spells Danger
Carl Kennedy ft. Roachford – Ride the Storm
Tavares – Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel
Underworld – Born Slippy
The Police – Everything Little Thing She Does is Magic
Marshall & Hain – Dancing in the City – as close as I can get to a slow song
Then very kindly, and most unexpectedly yesterday the Devon Home Cook whipped up enough cake to feed 70 readers. At the beginning of the blog experiment it would have lasted over a year. Now I am glad to say it would be done in a day, especially if some of us had double helpings 🙂
I admit it, that windy old bike ride took it right out of me. The limbs are working fine but I have hit an energy trough and am coming down with a bug 😦
It’s at times likes these that I need a sugar kick to carry on with the day and not fall asleep when I’m in charge of the kids, cook the dinner and generally tick over. When my second daughter was born she didn’t sleep through for years and cake became a lifesaver at teatime. I have my grandparents to thank for the institution that was high tea in the 70s. They did it stylishly on trolleys with homemade cakes and biscuits and a pot of tea. No-one muttered about calorific or fat contents or how bad refined sugar was for you!
So single-handedly I solider on with a much truncated version of high tea about this time most days. Ok we don’t always run to cake, sometimes it’s just a biscuit and I don’t wheel it in on a trolley but I recognise it as a ritual of my youth and am comforted by it.
Today the weapon of choice to kill the extreme lethargy is a true 1970s favourite – a nice bit of Battenburg. I admit the only person I have ever met who actively liked it was a Wolverhampton Wanderer and my kids hate it but when I am really tired the pink and yellow squares wrapped in sickly-sweet pretend marzipan is just the ticket.