Do you ever get to work on a monday with the tunes from the weekend still buzzing in your brain?
Today, my poor, funny, lovely, underpaid, overworked assistante - from here on in to be known as Debbie - had to put up with my almost non-stop singing. And whistling. And humming. And none of it good. Even less of it in tune.
She bought a radio at lunchtime to shut me up. I kid ye not.
So what was I singing? Well, if I'm going to share these classics with you, you have to promise that you won't laugh/think any worse of me/tell anyone.
We have a deal? OK, here goes....
Top on today's sing-list was Moi...Lolita, the Mylene Farmer classic, sung most recently by Alizée - with the excellent 'c'est pas ma faut-e' line. The shame of it.
I annoyed Debbie all day with this one. She was putting up a poster and I was singing 'mais pas si haut-e' ...and then when she made me coffee I pointed out that 'c'est pas trop chaud-e'. And so it went on.
By the end of the day I was practically peeing my pants with these. She wasn't laughing.
A very (and I mean very) close second was Estelle and her lovely American Boy. Too cool, really.
This one was pretty big this morning, but died down towards the afternoon, when it was replaced by Katie Perry and her hilarious 'I kissed a girl and I liked it'. Debbie looked at me very curiously as I sang that 'I hope my boyfriend don't mind it...'.
Maybe she hasn't worked out my gayness yet. You'll excuse me whilst I stitch my sides back together, won't you.
Luckily I didn't get too far into singing the other songs of the weekend - Alphabeat's 'Fascination' and 'A cause des garcons' by the lovely Belgian that is Yelle. Both are very good songs for dancing to, too.
And I hear that 'Fascination' is particularly good for dancing to on the way home along the Avenue Daumesnil at five thirty in the morning. I'm not sure who told me that, though...
So, what have you been listening / dancing / drinking / misbehaving to this weekend?
Go on, show us your soundtrack....