Young McGinger and her friends are big fans of a show called Veggie Tales, which seems to involve some kind of talking cucumber named Larry, who sings a lot of silly songs. One of those silly songs is entitled The Hairbrush Song. I have to confess – I like it. It is supremely awful, but it makes me giggle for some reason.
Unfortunately, and as I should probably have warned you before you watched that video, once you’ve heard it once it is impossible to remove it from your brain. It burrows in there like a determined tick, and starts worming its way into the centre of your very being. You’ll hum it all day. Then it’ll go to sleep for a little while, only to resurface all of a sudden when you’re looking for your keys or something.
And so it is that, quite often, I find myself running frantically around the house, searching madly and singing “Oh wherrrrrrre… are my car keys? Oh wherrrrrrrrrrrrrrre… are my car keys?” – which then of course means that once again I’m singing the stupid thing all day long.
It happened this morning, and now I swear I want to chop that cucumber’s head right off.