Seeing as it's Christmas (nearly)
my most dreaded is coming back to haunt me:
Cliff Richard's "Mistletoe and Wine" - why, Lord, why?
Ignoring the vastly irritating, smug-ass Christian crap that that gurning walking facelift insists on chugging out, "wine" and "rhyme" do not, in any sense, actually rhyme. The tune is mind-grating in its inanity, and one of those things that, no matter how much I try, I simply cannot get out of my head. And that's not even mentioning the snow-laden Top of the Pops appearance when it was number one, with Cliff in his trademark knitted jumper monstrosity, a stretched and toothy grin plastered across his face as he looks up to the heavens to see God smiling down on him. Bastard.
( TV's Nosemonkey, Wed 3 Dec 2003, 14:31, Reply)