Tom Smith’s: theOTHERblog

You know that feeling when you get a song in your head and you can’t get it out? It can be horrible can’t it, like a curse.

But it can get worse. In my case, I’ve been doing a lot of driving and trying to sing The Fratellis’ Chelsea Dagger to myself and no matter how hard I try it always inevitably ends up as Joe Dolce’s Shaddup Your Face, in the same way as whenever I start a Welsh accent it seems to end up Pakistani.

Go listen to both and be thankful that there is nothing new under the sun, except the Fratellis have dancing girls.