Thursday, 31 May 2012
Grand Master Duff
That game you play on the dancefloor. You've had a few, the game is a little skew whiff, things are a little crooked. Then the DJ drops something a little funny, a little familiar. And you know it. Or you think you do. But you can't place it. It bounces around in your brain, or just off to the left of it. On the outskirts, the fringe. You look around, but everyone's still dancing to the last tune. You're it! The Man! The only one who's heard that new song coming in and yet you can't pick it.
Well, here's the game. Pick this before the drop at 57 seconds. I didn't.
And then you'll kick yourself and pretend you knew all along.