I always have vivid dreams on holidays. Vivid but weird. Extra weird is that this island is so in love with Europop that they even had a TV show dedicated to old winners of Eurovision - leather skinned ex divas who had been singing the same tune for twenty years by and large.
So yesterday I woke up singing:
Ding ding dong every hour
When you pick a flower
Even when your lover is gone, gone, gone
Sing ding ding dong
So, name the year and artist, gay friends.
I love holidays but I want to play my keyboard real bad.