On the eighth day of Christmas,
The bakery gave to us all:
An impressive set of lungs
I’m a sucker for anything musical. A couple of years ago, an ad agency called DDB made a simple little web-banner featuring a piano that you could play using your keyboard. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what the ad was for but I do remember spending a ridiculous amount of time on it creating a jazzy remix of “chopsticks” as my actual yamaha keyboard gathered dust mere centimetres away.
Anyway, this festive season another agency (Karmarama) have created “the cup-size choir”. I don’t know if I was disappointed when I realised it wasn’t a choir made of teacup-sized creatures or positively thrilled to see this:
Oh… and you can play with these ladies all you want here. I personally recommend trying to recreate Carl Orff’s “O Fortuna”. It’s not very Christmas-ey but it’s the sound of impending doom that plays in my head whenever I’m faced with beautiful women…
See, this is what happens when you allow blog posts to be written by a Frenchman. Alright, a Belgian.
This idecency simply isn’t cricket.
I’m sure Tom German will agree with me when I demand a return to early morning Empire Calisthenics, a strong pot of Assam, and no ladies in the Club Room.
That said, Chef Dan is a lady killer and a musical maestro, so I suspect he will be led astray by these unhealthily lusty European preoccupations…