Well, I don't know about you, but I could do with some cheering up. Even though I have just come back from choir and it is always a tonic, and we are learning Rehab, which is brilliant, the need for cheering remains.
Thank goodness for our occasional regular feature – so occasional it has only appeared on one occasion – Muppet Monday.
I think I may have posted this clip before, as a link, but never mind because a) this is my blog, b) this is my bad mood, c) it is one of my favourite ever songs, whether it is on the magical Muppets record of my childhood, or the Ella Fitzgerald albums my dad gave me when I was older.
In terms of sentiment, it is pretty much the opposite of needing to be cheered up. It proceeds from a position of already feeling massively cheered, but I am going to invoke either the power of positive thinking or total dislocation from reality.
*CAUTION! FEATURES SCAT SINGING*
As I may have posted the above on a previous occasion, here is a back-up. It is a more thorough exploration of the whole cheering process. I mean, really, it takes you right through it. And it has Gonzo in it.
38. QUEEN ELIZABETH OLYMPIC PARK, LONDON
11 months ago