See, that's a brilliant idea, but I can't use it. Because not so long ago in the UK we had some reality show about looking for bands (I can't keep them all straight frankly, there's that many of them). And one of the groups placed was a couple called The Cheeky Girls. They were Romanian or Polish or from somewhere in Eastern Europe, and 16 year old blonde twins in hot pants. They were managed by their mother and both performers and management had a minimal grasp of English.
Their song (naturally heavily accented, and accompanied by much gimpy dancing) went along the lines of:
"We are the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls We are the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls Touch my bum This is life."
Seriously.
Anyway, this was of course a huge hit as you might expect, despite the cultural inappropriateness of urging strangers to touch your bum (the US equivalent would be "touch my butt", as you probably already knew. Just screams tender romance, doesn't it? The Immortal Jane would be beside herself). So you see, if I used your idea people would think I was referencing them and it would date the book. Downer, but there you go.
As an alternative, I rather fancied the idea of these lovable moppets being quite self-righteous little prigs about it all, and imagining themselves setting forth a revolutionary manifesto of freedom for the arts with their tiresome little ditty in praise of sodomy which only they could do of course because just about every other band in the universe was a chickenshit coward compared to them. They, however, are not afraid to stick to The Man.
The sequel of course to this is to have the lead singer declaiming on this topic outside a record store promoting the new album in front of the press and to have a little old lady attack him with a handbag in affronted temper. And then for him to throw a fit of temper and possibly even cry. Afterwards he can issue statements to the effect that it was a very heavy handbag, which the press have downplayed in their coverage of the incident, and that he ended up needing stitches. Of course no-one will believe him. I'm sure Danny and his crew would make excellent capital out of it all to while away the tedious hours.
It's also becoming a plot point, because one of Danny's stoner friends is going to attempt to download this song, being an idiot, and Em is going to show him how to do it for free. And that will be the start of the slippery slope.
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Cheeky Girls Pt 1.
Date: 2005-10-27 01:22 pm (UTC)Their song (naturally heavily accented, and accompanied by much gimpy dancing) went along the lines of:
"We are the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls
We are the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls, the cheeky girls
Touch my bum
This is life."
Seriously.
Anyway, this was of course a huge hit as you might expect, despite the cultural inappropriateness of urging strangers to touch your bum (the US equivalent would be "touch my butt", as you probably already knew. Just screams tender romance, doesn't it? The Immortal Jane would be beside herself). So you see, if I used your idea people would think I was referencing them and it would date the book. Downer, but there you go.
As an alternative, I rather fancied the idea of these lovable moppets being quite self-righteous little prigs about it all, and imagining themselves setting forth a revolutionary manifesto of freedom for the arts with their tiresome little ditty in praise of sodomy which only they could do of course because just about every other band in the universe was a chickenshit coward compared to them. They, however, are not afraid to stick to The Man.
The sequel of course to this is to have the lead singer declaiming on this topic outside a record store promoting the new album in front of the press and to have a little old lady attack him with a handbag in affronted temper. And then for him to throw a fit of temper and possibly even cry. Afterwards he can issue statements to the effect that it was a very heavy handbag, which the press have downplayed in their coverage of the incident, and that he ended up needing stitches. Of course no-one will believe him. I'm sure Danny and his crew would make excellent capital out of it all to while away the tedious hours.
It's also becoming a plot point, because one of Danny's stoner friends is going to attempt to download this song, being an idiot, and Em is going to show him how to do it for free. And that will be the start of the slippery slope.
To be continued...