One of the few drawbacks of being brought up by my mother was an excessive exposure to show tunes. Sung happily in all sorts of circumstances. There were obvious problems with this, such as suddenly finding myself part of a small dance routine to the accompanying "Cheek to cheek" on Courtenay Place on a Saturday night. Also (alas) my tolerance to show tunes was slowly worn down over the years, resulting in a totally unhealthy indifference to them.
But much worse than this, lurking in the depths of my mind are all sorts of verses and choruses from show tunes and, in weak moments, I find myself singing them under my breath. And occassionally (like today).
Dancing on the stairs.
Posted by carla at September 25, 2004 04:35 AM