I came to work singing at the top of my voice like a lark aloft to Everything but the girl's old album 'Eden'. I was confidantly squealing out a number going "yaahalaall" to the words I didn't quite remember and it made me think of all the songs you can remember and all the things you can't.
For example, I am sure I couldn't sing one of their songs all the way through now, but stick the album along and I'll be laughing.
Do you think if life was set to music there would be little or no Alzheimer's? I would suggest to the care homes up and down the country to pipe music to the elderly and make every conversation with them a song. I would encourage dancing also, I am sure equity could help out, afterall, is it not so that for every actor employed there are hundred more out of work shuffling along Broadway? I am sure it would make the old folk's last few years that much more enjoyable and that much more lucid.
Talking of the twightlight years, the ladyfriend and I are off to Eastbourne tomorrow to see some more flats, first appointment is at 11am, so it's up early in the morning and easy on the booze tonight.
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