A Bad Thing…

Everyone has a moment which on reflection is horrendous when considered, but at first seemed totally innocent.

I had one today in a park.

Let me explain…

Recently I have been walking about a lot – as our car is off the road awaiting a mechanic with the suitable ‘big tool’ for the job – and doing the school run by foot takes a good half an hour each way, obviously one of these trips is on my lonesome, so the iPod has been my best friends, keeping my company in the icy cold streets. I’ve listened to all sorts of tracks ranging from Pink Floyd to The Blues Brothers, but this afternoon I was listening to the Soundtrack from the TV series, True Blood.

For the unitiated True Blood’s title sequence is played out to a track called bad things, with the following lyrics:

I wanna do bad things with you.

When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.

I’m the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an’ eyes filled up with blue.
I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.

When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Ow, ooh.

I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.

Now obviously I was listening to this, and have only heard it a couple of times, so was ‘singing’ along for the whole track, out loud, but only really knowing the line ‘I wanna do bad things with you’ they obviously got more push behind them. So there I was, walking through the park, with the song controlling my vocal chords, singing the words ‘I wanna do bad things with you’ repeatedly before I realised that I was walking very closely behind an old woman…

And my fly was open…

Luckily she didn’t have mace/panic alarm/tasers in her sho’lly!

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