There was once a youth group game I claim to have invented called 'Inapproriate Music' or to pay homage to the inspirational 'I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue' One Dance to the Tune of Another. Once you've seen someone barn dancing to gangsta rap you ain't never going back.
In the gym changing rooms this afternoon there were two young, well-built guys and me. As we changed (they were getting ready; I was undressing) we realised that the usual Heart FM stuff was not on and we were listening to a tune from The Sound of Music.
You can't prepare to body-build when 'So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye' is coming atcha. It just don't work.
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