The more intoxicated you get, the more it sounds like the funkiest thing you've heard for at least a week.
Now the rehabilitation of disco and funk as respectable art forms among a dance community who used to sneer at the idea of actually dancing, is surely to be celebrated, but when it has come to this you wonder whether it’s time to stop the madness.
Imagine two drunken plumbers from Surrey doing a karaoke rap over
ancient Parliament cheese-funk groove. No-one wants to be exposed to that when they’ve popped out for a quick half down the local theme pub. And then you listen again and it starts to make a perverse kind of sense. For a start it seems to have ripped off ‘Superstition’ by [a]Stevie Wonder[/a] and a long-lost Heaven 17 bootleg. That’s laudable behaviour in the circumstances, and the more intoxicated you get, the more it sounds like the funkiest thing you’ve heard for at least a week. You know it’s wrong, but it just feels so right.