Those poor Stockholm Syndrome sufferers known as my guildmates have to endure my penchant for comedy music (and the Aran Chant) during particularly dull moments on Vent, when half the raid is off looking for the loo or some mead, or just absent because they're passed out in their bananas and custard*.
They will be unsurprised that I love this video:
I am a child of the 70s, after all...
*remind me to blog about the bananas-and-custard pull at some point
