I must be cursed. The other day—after having randomly heard the theme tune on some TV programme and remembered how much he liked it—Mr. Bsag found the theme to Banana Splits on the web. As a ‘surprise’ for me, he played it to me very loudly at 6:30 am when I was barely functioning1. There can be few more tenacious soundworms than this song. Somebody make it stop! Then today, one of the builders at work was merrily whistling the tune just outside my office door (as a thoughtful counterpoint to the sound of drilling and hammering). Will I never be free of it?
All together now, “Tra la la, la la la la, Tra la la, la la la la.” Now I’ve infected all of you too. If I’m suffering, everyone should be.
1 I’m sure that there must be legal precedent for this being legitimate grounds for divorce.