Beyonce, dating and mental faculty

One of the strangest things about falling for someone, was that my music taste disappeared. Literally vanished alongside any rational thought process. For weeks on end I listened to Heart FM. Not only was it curiously addictive, but acutely embarrassing - just not enough to stop me.

It is with a large proportion of cringe that I can claim lyrical knowledge on every Beyonce and Adele song. I am not embarrassed by Adele, for she really is very talented.

However the Beyonce thing has irked me. I was an Xray Specs kinda girl. Pop music? Purleeze. Or at least until I discovered that a girlie emotional side of me did in fact exist.

Anyhow, I am cured. Having finally realised that serial dater may well remain in his world of self fulfilling prophecy and finally, that I am worth so much more than a man who's self protection can shut more people out than the Berlin wall ever did. Admittedly, I hoped that he would get it, deal with it and risk it. I was wrong. Damn, I hate being wrong. I shall always think fondly of his thighs and his accent. Both were equally endearing. I hope that he finds what he is looking for.

However, there is always good from everything. I am cured of Beyonce. Normal service resumes. In honour of this, let me recommend the following. It is entirely brilliant

http://vodpod.com/watch/3386636-youtube-faithless-mass-destruction