Older, but no wiser

I thought at first this one was going to be difficult; then I remembered disco… the enemy of all things musical.

It must be the enemy, because it induces a fight-or-flight response – smash the TV and beat the remnants into a pile of dust, or stick my fingers in my ears and run, screaming, from the room. Not being the owner of the TV at the time, I chose the latter option. Inwardly, if not actually.

But what have I done? I actually listened to a few moments of this video, and that sickening tune has insinuated itself into my brain; I even found myself involuntarily humming it in the shower this morning. Perhaps the men in white coats will come for me soon…