AIBU to be cross that someone left the cake out in the rain?

[TheVermiciousKnid]

I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that recipe again.

I read the thread title and thought I'm sure that's a song

"And after all the loves of my life"

Respect the cake

What is it about then?

I love cake.

I have just had to listen to MacArthur Park (Ukulele Orchestra of GB version).

Respect the cake. Respect the park.

Mind you there's no success like failure and failure's no success at all

The chances of aliens coming from Mars were a million to one, they said...

After all this 70s reminiscing, I'm a bit concerned about myself, to be honest. I can't seem to face up to the facts. I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax. I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire. Don't touch me I'm a real live wire. I find myself breaking into odd bits of French and random fa fa fa ing and encouraging those around me to flee. I have no tolerance for people who start talking and then get distracted, and don't let me get started on people with no manners?

Diagnosis, anyone?

If your bed's on fire, I'd leave the house and call 999.

Are your wheels also on fire, rolling down the road?

Death songs: Billy Don't be a Hero (used to cry to that) & Seasons in the Sun (ditto)

Thanks to whoever put the words to heart of Glass up. Mucho Mistrust- could never work out that line! I loved Blondie & Debbie Harry but I could never understand a bloody word she was singing!

I love my baby and I don't mean maybe.

That could be from any song that has the word baby in it.

Sounds very strange, AllMimsy, I think I'd better run, run, run away.

All this talk of the 70's? What about late December?? (1963) What a very special time for me - what a lady, what an night!

So. Your finest hour was the one you spent watching me shower, Debbie?

Fairy nuff.

Blodie - took my years to work out " You've got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids if weren't for your job at the garage".

Also "picture this, a sky full of thunder". Dear Gorgeous Debbie, you can't see thunder - one hears it. So to picture a sky full of thunder will be tricky.

I have just had to listen to MacArthur Park (Ukulele Orchestra of GB version).

Another Ukes fan?
Love their Wuthering Heights most of all. The bleating sheep cracks me up.

Although Pinball Wizard is great.

I am now going to spend most of the morning not meeting deadlines and watching Uke clips...

Yes, Elvira, I love them and all their works. A couple of years ago, there was a Ukes appreciation thread here, in which several of us hatched a plan to learn the ukulele and run away to join the circus UOGB. I'm particularly fond of Smells Like Teen Spirit and Hard To Handle.

But I mentioned them because I thought I had the Richard Harris version on my iPod and, inspired by this thread, searched for it but found I only had the UOGB version. I have always loved the "after all the loves in my life, you'll still be the one" line.

I'm feeling a bit philosophical today, 70s pop/culinary style, and I have an important message for you all.

Life is a minestrone, served up with parmesan cheese. Death is a cold lasagne, suspended in deep freeze. Love is a fire of flaming brandy, upon a crepe suzette.

You don't get that level of profundity in pop nowadays.

I am in a nice situation - lovely house (upgraded from something a bit more dilapidated), large car, happily married - and find myself beset by a strange existentialist crisis in which I deny all existence of the things around me. I end up blaming myself in a slightly despairing way, but all the while able to keep up a cheery tune. First world problems I know...

I think you all need to listen to "I don't want to die in an air disaster" by the erm, well, dirty old peeeeeeedo Jonathan Una Paloma Blanca person.

Wins the prizes hand down for stating the bleeding obvious, neither do I mate.

MacArthur Park made perfect sense to me as a child, because it was around at about the same time as I read Peter Pan where the baddy makes a cake and leaves it IN THE RAIN! and then it gives everyone bellyache, or they die of wet cake disease or something.

You are quite right, Mimsy, about the profundity of 70s pop. I always thought that the perfect way at a party to initiate a conversation with a comely person of the opposite sex was to announce "I Wanna Dance Wit' Choo".

I'm just pissed off that Mr Inferior doesn't bring me flowers any more.