the malady lingers on

Last night I had a nightmare: I woke up with the words "Billy Don't Be A Hero" going around and around in my head. It was me that was singing in my head too, which made it flat and rather tuneless as well as banal.

There's nothing except a hundred other things worse than struggling to replace an unenjoyable tune with a more likeable one in one's head.

As therapy, I'm going to start with this old sketch from way back when The Naked Vicar was a radio show:

Other people have done this sort of thing before. My favourite was from The King and I:

Whenever I feel afraid

I hold my ****** erect

And whistle a happy tune

So no one will suspect

I'm a ******

The result of this deception

Is very strange to tell

For when I ******

The people I fear

I ****** myself as well